<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069</id><updated>2011-11-27T04:00:38.523+08:00</updated><category term='new home'/><category term='babies'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='lusts and likes'/><category term='bible'/><category term='places'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='family'/><category term='glorious food'/><category term='K'/><category term='music'/><category term='interiors'/><category term='claire'/><category term='retail therapy'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>just sweet nothings</title><subtitle type='html'>my favourite things; my love, my life, my blings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5522621053429296793</id><published>2010-11-21T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:35:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Tree And HFMD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I disappeared into another black hole. It's been simply exhausting with the new house, the move, work, more work and just all sorts of things. This weekend's one of the last big events on my agenda (hopefully I remember to post some photos!) and as they say (good/bad - I don't know which) things come in threes - this week started off rather terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday was madness and manic. Tons of last-minute work (made more stressful with people breathing dow my neck), Claire had HFMD (discovered on arrival at school - which meant having to rush to the doc's and being late for her and making arrangements since she can't go to school) and K was away. Bad things come in three. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank God we survived it all. Claire got cleared of HFMD on sat morning and my event's more or less over. With less work, a holiday to Bangkok and Christmas plans and parties in the pipeline, my heart is now starting to sing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TOeevyusKTI/AAAAAAAAB4c/RSwAZSOmFu0/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BPM%2B05.41.43.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TOeevyusKTI/AAAAAAAAB4c/RSwAZSOmFu0/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BPM%2B05.41.43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541572410411329842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we got up to on Hari Raya (Wed) - a Public Holiday here in Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Setting up the Christmas Tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was in storage for the last three years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TOeevZc-hPI/AAAAAAAAB4U/zVtzF7cMYLU/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BPM%2B05.45.00.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TOeevZc-hPI/AAAAAAAAB4U/zVtzF7cMYLU/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BPM%2B05.45.00.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541572403626149106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sick but happy little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5522621053429296793?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5522621053429296793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-tree-and-hfmd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5522621053429296793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5522621053429296793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-tree-and-hfmd.html' title='The Christmas Tree And HFMD'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TOeevyusKTI/AAAAAAAAB4c/RSwAZSOmFu0/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2BPM%2B05.41.43.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5231310255716795998</id><published>2010-11-15T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:52:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mini-Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TOnzPVq8OrI/AAAAAAAAB4k/H3WZKDocdgk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.33.27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TOnzPVq8OrI/AAAAAAAAB4k/H3WZKDocdgk/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.33.27.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542228261296945842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At K's cousin's wedding - where she was flower girl for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone recently commented that she's looking a lot more like me and a little less like her dad. People closer say her personality's very much more like mine. Well it's quite amazing seeing how your own child develops in terms of character, habits, likes and dislikes and even more amazing how she's made in a similar mould to me. The good and the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier I blogged about how mindful I ought to be in terms of my action and speech (and yes she definitely has picked up some) but more interestingly is how she's so much like me in terms of the little things. A mini-me. Yikes! And I list the few that stick out like a sore thumb:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We both start to hiccup when we laugh too hard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're both animated and outspoken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We love to sing and catch on to tunes pretty quickly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're both impatient and stubborn and can not sit still&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're somewhat vain - I feel that one come on strong. Ha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We both are needy and sticky and hate to be alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The one rather cute thing that Claire inherited from her dad - perspiring on the nose. Hopefully waterproof make-up works on her in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5231310255716795998?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5231310255716795998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-and-mini-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5231310255716795998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5231310255716795998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-and-mini-me.html' title='Me and Mini-Me'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TOnzPVq8OrI/AAAAAAAAB4k/H3WZKDocdgk/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.33.27.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2634239951622403005</id><published>2010-10-23T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:55:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leylong Leylong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TMK8rsHNzvI/AAAAAAAAB3c/mJj2ogt4xZU/s1600/Desktop14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TMK8rsHNzvI/AAAAAAAAB3c/mJj2ogt4xZU/s400/Desktop14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531190751126212338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yardsale Madness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope to never to do again. This weekend has been about selling unwanted (and plenty of brand new) items before the big move and man, the number of hagglers around. I think I went about it the wrong way as well (keeping it as minimal as that) and now I'm still left with the bulk of the stuff - namely the furniture. Question: How low should I go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So far the Mango Wood Side Table, the 'Arco' Standing Lamp and a number of unopened items (WMF pots and alcohol) have been sold. Hoping for miracles this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2634239951622403005?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2634239951622403005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/10/leylong-leylong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2634239951622403005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2634239951622403005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/10/leylong-leylong.html' title='Leylong Leylong!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TMK8rsHNzvI/AAAAAAAAB3c/mJj2ogt4xZU/s72-c/Desktop14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4514271353550365869</id><published>2010-10-18T11:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:42:06.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't She Lovely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TLvDQQq7ZLI/AAAAAAAAB2s/9PqT4Ac8U8Q/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-18+at+AM+11.43.01.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529227651647759538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this dress on Claire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken at my dad's church fun fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been ages since I blogged. Three weeks I think. And the last three weeks have been crazy, mostly with work and house renos and with K off to Indonesia for a week, my hands were full full full. I'll do some updates when I find a little more time although it's not going to get any better with the Big Move happening in the next two weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decided to make this post about Claire though because I realised I haven't been sharing much about her. I love that photo of her - P.S. planning to blow it up and have it on a photo feature wall in the new house. She'll be three in January (I suddenly cannot count in terms of months any more, so no more a baby I suppose) and everyone says she's looking more like me. *Smile* Good thing I hope. Her eyes are still very much like K's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's really amazing to watch a child grow and see how she develops especially in terms of character and how she (so wonderfully and scarily) resembles bits of you. Claire has always been bubbly, smiley and talkative and now's no different. It's almost the end of the so-called 'terrible twos' and I wouldn't say this year has been that terrible after all. She does have her moments and knows how to get her way (especially with her Papa) by whining and crying. Thankfully it never goes past a minute or two. But I'm always praying for heaps of patience and lots of love - often it's not easy to keep my temper in check, more so when I'm feeling stressed with other things. Children learn and pick things really quickly and I'm constantly telling myself to say things the way I would like her to. She's learnt how to say 'Mama, will you keep quiet please'. No prize who she picked that up from. Somehow she likes to try to do everything I do - these days it's about make-up. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two things about Claire I'm trying to do / change (which I'm finding it really tough to do): One, toilet training. She does the big ones in the bowl but gets lazy with the pee pees. Two, since day one Claire has had two fingers stuck into the mouth, more so when she's tired, about to sleep, bored or stoning. Tried painting the bitter nail polish (doc says it's safe) but doesn't work since it does wear off. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other then that, Claire is a really a lovely and beautiful child. I'm probably biased as most parents would be of their own, but my Claire is really a sweet child. She learnt about the ten commandments at Sunday School the other day and told me one day (like out of the blue and at a time I somehow needed to hear it) - You love God? God love you Mama. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TLwBFMbKekI/AAAAAAAAB20/lZ5gZqUAFzg/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-18+at+PM+04.10.09.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295631250258498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mini-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to be the next 'soloist' - it's quite cute; every time I sing on stage, she wants to come on to play the piano and sing as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4514271353550365869?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4514271353550365869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/10/isnt-she-lovely.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4514271353550365869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4514271353550365869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/10/isnt-she-lovely.html' title='Isn&apos;t She Lovely?'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TLvDQQq7ZLI/AAAAAAAAB2s/9PqT4Ac8U8Q/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-18+at+AM+11.43.01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-158003758658719970</id><published>2010-09-23T05:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T06:12:10.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots of Koln</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJp7FPyq_jI/AAAAAAAAB00/D-W_EmdxcCE/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.01.47.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJp7FPyq_jI/AAAAAAAAB00/D-W_EmdxcCE/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.01.47.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519859623364591154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A 'shooting star'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpvp7qf-9I/AAAAAAAABz8/3IcplPJfoH0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.03.11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519847059477232594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpyazjWMFI/AAAAAAAAB0M/_0GCCjPNjZs/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.02.49.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519850098136592466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From another angle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpvqTGllMI/AAAAAAAAB0E/-LvFTKdUseo/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.03.01.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519847065769055426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dom: Looking up and being in awe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpvpvFB2EI/AAAAAAAABz0/bns_w_uvwtE/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.03.21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519847056098842690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One bright sunny morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpvpAMLpTI/AAAAAAAABzs/ZFT6mt9R5CU/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.03.30.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519847043512378674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old Germany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpycubY8mI/AAAAAAAAB0s/4fnF9vImoK0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.02.00.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519850131120779874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down by the riverside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpyb4dp-MI/AAAAAAAAB0c/x0hnB9LKatA/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.02.24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519850116634769602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People people-watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpvokzYrGI/AAAAAAAABzk/esPxpf_W1e0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.03.44.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519847036160617570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kolsch bier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpybY9WWHI/AAAAAAAAB0U/7od_vYusDWA/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.02.36.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519850108177766514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Street exhibition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJpycHXkzoI/AAAAAAAAB0k/BElP0CrxGgU/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.02.11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519850120635797122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love locks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-158003758658719970?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/158003758658719970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/snapshots-of-koln.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/158003758658719970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/158003758658719970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/snapshots-of-koln.html' title='Snapshots of Koln'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJp7FPyq_jI/AAAAAAAAB00/D-W_EmdxcCE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-23+at+AM+05.01.47.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5007508154597855389</id><published>2010-09-21T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:04:43.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Germany with the New Leica M9 Titan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJkozgRVmiI/AAAAAAAABzU/OjyALd-nQW8/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-22+at+AM+05.49.53.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519487683620346402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding A Limited Edition Leica Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the reasons why I'm in Cologne Germany - to preview the fabulous Leica M9. Designed by automobile Audi designer, Walter de'Silva, there are only 500 pieces available worldwide and priced around SGD$40,000. No need for me to tell you about the technology, the Leica is legendary (and I'm sure you can google heaps of info on this wonderful brand).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJkrwB_KmCI/AAAAAAAABzc/FFrVrTFY_WQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-22+at+AM+06.02.19.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519490922486339618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it out close up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5007508154597855389?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5007508154597855389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-germany-with-new-leica-titanium-m9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5007508154597855389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5007508154597855389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-germany-with-new-leica-titanium-m9.html' title='In Germany with the New Leica M9 Titan'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJkozgRVmiI/AAAAAAAABzU/OjyALd-nQW8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-22+at+AM+05.49.53.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4409091254527094681</id><published>2010-09-18T10:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:18:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Not Say I Wanted To Be Superwoman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJQhWsIg4RI/AAAAAAAABzE/IFzU8mW481A/s1600/SuperwomanKW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJQhWsIg4RI/AAAAAAAABzE/IFzU8mW481A/s320/SuperwomanKW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072117123408146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After I typed out the title of this post, I tried looking for a post past that was something similar and somehow I can't seem to find it. But I do remember saying it at some point that I wanted to be the 'Superwoman' who did it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now at the end of imaginably the longest week possible for me, I'm feeling drained and my neck is aching at every turn. I can't describe how my body is feeling even. So my week - it's been work, house, claire, work, house, claire and you get the cycle. However I must add that I barely had time to even take a drink when I'm in the office or at the new house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to Germany tomorrow night and as it is with work trips, there are a million and one preparations and other considerations for other client accounts as well as to make sure the team knows what to do while I'm gone. PS. I don't foresee much of leisure time, so don't congratulate me on this bit. I'm still working, on a saturday morning as I type - just wanted to banter on my 'quiet' blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house thankfully seems to be going better as planned. And I'm sure it's because I'm down at the house to show face and monitor the progress everyday. I still need to go grab more tiles at Balestier and bring to the new house. Chore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K is, as I type, in Bintan - golfing and getting pally with the big bosses. He has to do the usual entertaining thing since this is his first week at his new job and his big bosses are in town. My saving grace is Claire has been relatively obedient and easy - thanks to my parents and the TV. Argh. Story for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for hearing the banter. Now it's back to work. I think I deserve to be called 'Superwoman', just with a painful neck ache. How glam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4409091254527094681?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4409091254527094681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/did-i-not-say-i-wanted-to-be-superwoman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4409091254527094681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4409091254527094681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/did-i-not-say-i-wanted-to-be-superwoman.html' title='Did I Not Say I Wanted To Be Superwoman?'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TJQhWsIg4RI/AAAAAAAABzE/IFzU8mW481A/s72-c/SuperwomanKW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-1683313018335595428</id><published>2010-09-12T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:18:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo's Married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TI2zcKHeecI/AAAAAAAABys/o2x6HWVHS3w/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-13+at+PM+01.15.01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TI2zcKHeecI/AAAAAAAABys/o2x6HWVHS3w/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-13+at+PM+01.15.01.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516262414932146626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moo &amp;amp; Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At his wedding at Cricket Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Ramu - one of my bestest friend from old, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May God bless you and your lovely wife as you guys embark on an exciting new journey ahead - Marriage, Masters &amp;amp; the Land of the Rising Sun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, Jo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-1683313018335595428?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1683313018335595428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/moos-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1683313018335595428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1683313018335595428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/moos-married.html' title='Moo&apos;s Married!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TI2zcKHeecI/AAAAAAAABys/o2x6HWVHS3w/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-13+at+PM+01.15.01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-6339895300680463957</id><published>2010-09-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:07:19.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cologne, Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIuh9E2vWII/AAAAAAAABx8/hqqQRV7Ljco/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+PM+11.16.32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIuh9E2vWII/AAAAAAAABx8/hqqQRV7Ljco/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+PM+11.16.32.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515680239292733570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's where I'm (most likely) headed next Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For work, not for play. But does anyone know what's good there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-6339895300680463957?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6339895300680463957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/cologne-germany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6339895300680463957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6339895300680463957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/cologne-germany.html' title='Cologne, Germany'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIuh9E2vWII/AAAAAAAABx8/hqqQRV7Ljco/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+PM+11.16.32.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3850698078828750496</id><published>2010-09-09T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:13:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucking Around &amp; Shadow Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIt-kVExxyI/AAAAAAAABxg/54qzWKucG0U/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+PM+08.59.11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIt-kVExxyI/AAAAAAAABxg/54qzWKucG0U/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+PM+08.59.11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515641331242878754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Wacky Hubs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what we do when we are waiting around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and have nothing better to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The entire week past (and likely the many weeks to come) was all about the new house and renovations. You can read about the details in my other blog - &lt;a href="http://lovethathome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lofty Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;. We were waiting around for contractors and sub-cons (the electrician, carpenter, etc) to arrive to do the detailed briefing (briefs were done earlier) and decided to muck around with silly things around. The snapshots are of us shadow playing. I honestly can't remember what they are. I think K said a bird and a chocolate fountain. See you if can guess what's what. Looks more like variants of aliens to me. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3850698078828750496?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3850698078828750496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/mucking-around-shadow-play.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3850698078828750496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3850698078828750496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/mucking-around-shadow-play.html' title='Mucking Around &amp; Shadow Play'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIt-kVExxyI/AAAAAAAABxg/54qzWKucG0U/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-11+at+PM+08.59.11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-9019393705910180275</id><published>2010-09-06T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:27:26.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Grand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIPPVNLMP7I/AAAAAAAABvI/KhfxtUIHmJY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+AM+01.11.09.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIPPVNLMP7I/AAAAAAAABvI/KhfxtUIHmJY/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+AM+01.11.09.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513478332052422578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Checked Off My Life's Wish List: A Baby Grand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed, sealed and to be delivered to our new home in November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Big Grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evenshift3/3618250302/"&gt;EvenShift///3&lt;/a&gt; on Flicker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-9019393705910180275?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/9019393705910180275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-its-grand.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/9019393705910180275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/9019393705910180275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-its-grand.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Grand!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIPPVNLMP7I/AAAAAAAABvI/KhfxtUIHmJY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+AM+01.11.09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-1827849058174816233</id><published>2010-09-05T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:03:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-1827849058174816233?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1827849058174816233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-not-taken-by-robert-frost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1827849058174816233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1827849058174816233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-not-taken-by-robert-frost.html' title='The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5259124757666544634</id><published>2010-09-01T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:46:27.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally. I Got My P-Plate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIGw-ybL0JI/AAAAAAAABu4/D3WMPkZL_Yk/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-04+at+AM+10.37.18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIGw-ybL0JI/AAAAAAAABu4/D3WMPkZL_Yk/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-04+at+AM+10.37.18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512882011612369042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Triangle That's Stuck To Hubby's Sports Car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After 12 years (since the first lessons), I'm so thankful and somewhat embarrassed to say I've gotten my driving license (as of 31 Aug 2010). This whole driving issue has been the bane of my life - from failing to failed conversions, to learning and getting pregnant and more - and of course heaps of teasing and poking from family and friends (was worse when my younger sis got her license. sigh). And that was my big secret for the past 3 months. So you just imagine the sigh of relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The entire test experience was significant in itself and I laugh and cry every time I think about it. More than anything I'm thankful God was gracious - he really made this small 'miracle' happen. Just a quick recount: Heaps went wrong, and usually they do when you're nervous and your heart's feeling as though it's jumping out of your body and all you want to do is rush to the toilet and pee. I went to the wrong car. And the small Indian examiner said 'I think you went to the wrong car'. I profusely apologized and he pointed me to the right vehicle. We did the circuit dos and at the parallel park, I hit the curb. Fail. I thought that was it. And I went through the rest of the test in a state of despair and disappointment. All through the way though, I kept asking the Lord for a miracle. In my heart I was still hoping for a maybe. We go back to the driving centre and the tester made me wait for what felt like forever. And finally when he came out, he told me that I was really anxious and needed to be careful. By then I think my mind sort of switched off and just upset with my silly mistake. He then puts my score in front of me and said I passed. &lt;wave&gt; Some tap just switched on and I could not help but cry (almost like non-stop). The Indian examiner laughed and told me 'remember, don't be too anxious'.&lt;/wave&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drama huh. Just the way life seems to always be. There's always a story to tell and always something to thank God for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5259124757666544634?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5259124757666544634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally-i-got-my-p-plate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5259124757666544634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5259124757666544634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally-i-got-my-p-plate.html' title='Finally. I Got My P-Plate.'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TIGw-ybL0JI/AAAAAAAABu4/D3WMPkZL_Yk/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-04+at+AM+10.37.18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-1568350511590177330</id><published>2010-08-31T10:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:46:51.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJPvy2C3ahg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJPvy2C3ahg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m casting my cares aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m leaving my past behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m setting my heart and mind on You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m reaching my hand to Yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believing there’s so much more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing that all You have in store for me is good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the day You have made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will rejoice and be glad in it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the day You have made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will rejoice and be glad in it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I won’t worry about tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m trusting in what You say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm putting my fears aside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m leaving my doubts behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m giving my hopes and dreams to You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m reaching my hand to Yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believing there’s so much more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing that all You have in store for me is good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*PS. Please pause the ipod on the right column. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-1568350511590177330?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1568350511590177330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1568350511590177330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1568350511590177330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-day.html' title='Today Is The Day'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-436328247516010131</id><published>2010-08-19T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:09:47.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News = Cash Strapped</title><content type='html'>The bad news - the contents in the letter are correct, according to HDB. Now we are 60K short. Honestly I don't even know if that 60K existed in the first place. But the thing that got me really more upset at HDB today was how the agent could turn the tables and say that I didn't tell her I pay CPF every month. And FYI she had all my personal documents (bank statements) to make those calculations. Additionally she added that the amount she gave was only an estimate. In my head, I'm thinking ánd that ranges from what? $1 to $100K? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now the good news. We have some cash to spare. That's savings that we are dipping in of course but it's not as bad as that I have to sell my bonds or shares or go borrow money. Thank God! Still the budget is completely off and I have to look at cutting my renovation budget. Very depressing. Very. To think I have been dreaming big dreams these few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been advised that we can log a complaint for bad judgement, poor counsel and misleading information. I don't exactly want to put someone out of a job (and I know if I really want to, I probably could find that energy in me to) but I really don't think I should be paying for such service rendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-436328247516010131?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/436328247516010131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-news-cash-strapped.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/436328247516010131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/436328247516010131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-news-cash-strapped.html' title='Bad News = Cash Strapped'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3819688389637450212</id><published>2010-08-19T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:57:44.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holland 2nd Appointment</title><content type='html'>I came back last night, opened my mailbox (after some time of not opening) and had the shock of my life. We recieved a HDB (for my non-Singaporean friends, it's Housing Development Board) letter notifying us of the proceeds from the sale of our place and discovered that the cash component that we will be recieving (in fact later today) is around 60K short of what was initially calculated for us by our agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seriously throws a spanner into the works and affects all the budgets and renovation plans. From making a profit (after minusing out a huge renovation budget), we might now be making a 'loss' and have to dip into our savings. I can't get this around my head and just don't know what to do. We'll know for sure later when we get to HDB I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this point I'm really upset about this agent. And I'm guessing it's more likely her mistake than HDB's. She has been extremely unprofessional, made tons of hiccups (of which we had to bear the brunt, but then again it was a few hundred dollars - not great), subjected us to the anger from other co-agents for being 'unethical' (that was according to them), showed many times that she didn't know what she was doing and relied on the co-broke agent (representing my buyer) and just hasn't given good counsel. I question even did she do all she can to get me the best price possible for the sale of my place? We were thankfully, really fortunate to have a very nice and accommodating co-broke agent and buyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the contents of the letter hold true, I am seriously considering to withdraw the commission due to this agent. Yet I struggle as to if this is the right thing to do. But her poor counsel has caused me much grief in this entire sale process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll know later for sure I guess. Please pray for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3819688389637450212?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3819688389637450212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/holland-2nd-appointment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3819688389637450212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3819688389637450212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/holland-2nd-appointment.html' title='Holland 2nd Appointment'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2490874649729933212</id><published>2010-08-16T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:09:50.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lofty Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGj-xvdk0uI/AAAAAAAABog/1T0OV9fKrIY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-16+at+PM+05.02.23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGj-xvdk0uI/AAAAAAAABog/1T0OV9fKrIY/s400/Screen+shot+2010-08-16+at+PM+05.02.23.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505930674967991010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing my latest project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lofty Thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on &lt;a href="http://lovethathome.blogspot.com"&gt;http://lovethathome.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spent all weekend trying out Wordpress and decided BlogSpot still rules! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please share your thoughts and comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2490874649729933212?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lovethathome.blogspot.com/' title='Lofty Thoughts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2490874649729933212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/lofty-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2490874649729933212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2490874649729933212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/lofty-thoughts.html' title='Lofty Thoughts'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGj-xvdk0uI/AAAAAAAABog/1T0OV9fKrIY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-16+at+PM+05.02.23.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4378421800361779645</id><published>2010-08-14T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:20:27.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Golden Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGZBo6E83HI/AAAAAAAABlU/dHsbZRY8QWo/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-14+at+PM+03.00.47.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGZBo6E83HI/AAAAAAAABlU/dHsbZRY8QWo/s320/Screen+shot+2010-08-14+at+PM+03.00.47.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505159765547605106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire Draws Mister Golden Sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr Sun Sun Mister Golden Sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please shine down on me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Mr Sun Sun Mister Golden Sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiding behind the tree...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These little children are asking you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To please come out so we can play with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr Sun Sun Mister Golden Sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please shine down on me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's looking like another gloomy saturday afternoon - dark clouds looming and threatening to rain. K's happy because it was sunny this morning and he managed to play the full 18-hole golf. Claire's happy because Mama ordered McDonald's breakfast this morning. Both are in the room trying to nap, waiting for Mister Golden Sun to come out and play...  Yet another lazy saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4378421800361779645?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4378421800361779645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/mister-golden-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4378421800361779645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4378421800361779645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/mister-golden-sun.html' title='Mister Golden Sun'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGZBo6E83HI/AAAAAAAABlU/dHsbZRY8QWo/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-14+at+PM+03.00.47.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5335505124844147210</id><published>2010-08-12T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:16:59.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Today</title><content type='html'>Today I had a productive day at work - new projects won, clients happy and boss happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was disappointed with the young staff who altogether 'disappeared' and fell sick on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had lunch on my own and enjoyed some quiet time to myself (plus some people watching). Until my sis-in-law arrived and shared the rest of lunch with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I bought a book to jot down my expenditure and store my receipts and I spent money on two interior design magazines and a paint book for Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I got upset with K because he forgot he was supposed to meet me. Today I was thankful he helped with the ironing, and I didn't even ask him to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I wrote an email to the head of Citibank, the MD to provide feedback about the disappointment service I received as a customer (it's so bad I've cancelled my credit cards, bank account and home loan) and was surprised he personally wrote back. Didn't make it all better though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I did my 'secret thang' - which I will hopefully share soon about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I found an online UK retailer with a great quote for the wallpaper rolls I was lusting over and got it at least 30% cheaper than if I got it at a store in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I snuggled under the sheets with my baby, trying to get her to sleep and was happy to hear her offer to pray for me. &lt;i&gt;Dear God thank You for 'bessing' Mama'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am happy because I know I'm blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5335505124844147210?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5335505124844147210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5335505124844147210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5335505124844147210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-today.html' title='My Today'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4065496922947975051</id><published>2010-08-09T23:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:25:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 45th Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGAfvwYzMcI/AAAAAAAABlE/bxQz-W9XD90/s400/singapore-flag-wave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503433649949979074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Singapore Flag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.acus.org/new_atlanticist/singapore-security-motto-be-one"&gt;Atlantic Council&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I chanced upon an &lt;a href="http://www.acus.org/new_atlanticist/singapore-security-motto-be-one"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; online and thought how interestingly it summed up Singapore. While its header reads 'Singapore Security Motto: Be As One' and largely expounded on Singapore's home security and system within which it aims and (seemingly) successfully counters terrorism and all related foreign and internal crimes, I was more pleased with some of the key positives points this foreign article picked up of Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Singapore has achieved and what is tested and retested day and night is light-years beyond what is possible in the United States without incurring the wrath of civil libertarians. But Singaporeans, almost 5 million, are remarkably self-disciplined in a seamless cultural, ethnic and religious amalgam of Malay, Chinese, Indian and European influences.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More than 10 million tourists a year descend on the world's most important city-state, which is also the world's top container port. With two new major resort areas, 30 million visitors are expected by 2015. Singapore Airways was the first to buy the 550-passenger Airbus 380. The city's huge hub airport puts every major U.S. airport to shame.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today Singapore celebrates its 45th year of independence and as a Singaporean, I am proud of all the successes my country has achieved. No doubt credit be to good and brilliant leaders but more than not, thanks and praise be to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGAhKO2YotI/AAAAAAAABlM/LlOLblA3_vM/s1600/marina+bay+sands+singapore+casino+large+11.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 135px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGAhKO2YotI/AAAAAAAABlM/LlOLblA3_vM/s400/marina+bay+sands+singapore+casino+large+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503435204315357906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Lovely City Skyline with the relatively new Marina Bay Sands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wyekheung/4484295230/"&gt;Flicker User ThamWK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Thank You Lord for blessing Singapore with years of peace and prosperity. Thank You God for a nation that we can be so proud of and where its citizen are able to live harmoniously and where opportunities abound for all. Most importantly thank You for a homeland where we can openly worship and praise You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Happy 45th Birthday Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4065496922947975051?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4065496922947975051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-45th-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4065496922947975051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4065496922947975051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-45th-singapore.html' title='Happy 45th Singapore'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TGAfvwYzMcI/AAAAAAAABlE/bxQz-W9XD90/s72-c/singapore-flag-wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-1714343447370116813</id><published>2010-08-09T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:39:05.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Maison!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WMoat2YI/AAAAAAAABk0/LAXEgf0oDak/s1600/Desktop7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WMoat2YI/AAAAAAAABk0/LAXEgf0oDak/s400/Desktop7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503071307189574018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma Maison Restaurant at Parco, Marina Bay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(New wing at Millennia Walk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to rave about this Japanese chain serving up a fusion of Jap/Asian and Western cuisine because it's lived up to every expectation. It was our usual weekend of looking for furniture, household stuff and we went by Harvey Norman at Millennia Walk. It was thereafter that we chanced upon Ma Maison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was the latest of three outlets in Singapore and while I've seen and heard much about the Central branch (it's perpetually crowded by the way), I was pleasantly surprised to see the restaurant at Millennia and of course quite happy to have gotten a table. Ma Maison means 'my house' and I love that it has a homely cosy ambience, somewhat like a cosy English cottage. Seated in the restaurant, you wouldn't have guessed that it was a Japanese chain of restaurants. Then again the Japanese are known for their hospitality and service and that was what we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WMHJLvcI/AAAAAAAABks/w4zJ1gNeL9c/s1600/Desktop8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WMHJLvcI/AAAAAAAABks/w4zJ1gNeL9c/s400/Desktop8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503071298257665474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clam Chowder, Scallop Carpaccio, Hamburger Steak &amp;amp; Seafood Paella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every bit was delish. While the food wasn't exactly cheap and I wasn't expecting it to be either, I felt it was worth every penny. We spent 70 bucks and it was a memorable meal, for its food, for its ambience and for its service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WLqCP-uI/AAAAAAAABkk/W9N1n4-9Eb8/s1600/Desktop9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WLqCP-uI/AAAAAAAABkk/W9N1n4-9Eb8/s400/Desktop9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503071290443954914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I forgot to add: Ma Maison has a family promotion now. Dad gets a pint of Asahi, Mom gets a scoop of ice-cream and Kiddo gets a small toy. Or rather, I had the beer, Claire got her toy and she and I shared the ice cream. :D Sorry hubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WLAuHH6I/AAAAAAAABkc/WKlcYYKNkEk/s1600/Desktop10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WLAuHH6I/AAAAAAAABkc/WKlcYYKNkEk/s400/Desktop10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503071279353634722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our happy family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-1714343447370116813?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1714343447370116813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/ma-maison.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1714343447370116813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1714343447370116813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/ma-maison.html' title='Ma Maison!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TF7WMoat2YI/AAAAAAAABk0/LAXEgf0oDak/s72-c/Desktop7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5460797960116969624</id><published>2010-08-07T10:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:49:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TFzGHTtzoWI/AAAAAAAABkU/fbWDb9y3glc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-07+at+AM+10.31.52.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TFzGHTtzoWI/AAAAAAAABkU/fbWDb9y3glc/s400/Screen+shot+2010-08-07+at+AM+10.31.52.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502490673593688418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trinity Theological College Graduation Ceremony 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with Dad and Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She graduated with an M.A. in Divinity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At a few years shy from sixty, my mother dearest has decided to take a huge leap of faith and is now officially a methodist pastor (as of 1 Aug 2010). I'm really proud of her because even though she could possibly retire and start enjoying life (after years of slogging at work and taking care of my sisters and I), she chose to step out of her comfort zone and spend the rest of her life in ministry. More than anything, I'm happy she's answered God's call - not always the easiest thing to do (I'm not sure if I could).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'And (she) shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth (her) fruit in (her) season; (her) leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever (she) doeth shall prosper' Psalm 1:3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May God bless her in her twilight years, and grant her her most 'fruitful season' yet. In all she does, may she always bless and encourage others and bring more souls to the wonderful Kingdom of God and glorify the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5460797960116969624?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5460797960116969624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/pastor-mummy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5460797960116969624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5460797960116969624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/08/pastor-mummy.html' title='Pastor Mummy'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TFzGHTtzoWI/AAAAAAAABkU/fbWDb9y3glc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-07+at+AM+10.31.52.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8546708759468013208</id><published>2010-07-27T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:35:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Hand In Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TE5vDa1OcAI/AAAAAAAABkE/8kjjhKFlAFo/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-27+at+PM+01.30.08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TE5vDa1OcAI/AAAAAAAABkE/8kjjhKFlAFo/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-27+at+PM+01.30.08.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498454299598811138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowingly Blissful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I saw a couple on the train and couldn't help but look their way. They were just holding hands and standing quietly, waiting for their stop. Everytime someone had to pass them, they let him pass and went back to holding hands and standing in that same spot. And it wasn't a strange sight. It just felt like they were very at ease and very in bliss. And I thought that was really very nice - to find no need for chatter and just to know your other half is by your side and just feeling bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8546708759468013208?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8546708759468013208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-hand-in-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8546708759468013208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8546708759468013208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-hand-in-mine.html' title='Your Hand In Mine'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TE5vDa1OcAI/AAAAAAAABkE/8kjjhKFlAFo/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-27+at+PM+01.30.08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8231296879521398285</id><published>2010-07-25T20:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:41:57.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 100th Birthday Grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEwqqym8W4I/AAAAAAAABjs/livwYBtl8iE/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-25+at+PM+08.08.00.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497816159740517250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K's Sweet Grandma Turns 100!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weekend was a blast celebrating K's grandma's 100th birthday. K has one of the biggest families ever - at least 'biggest' I've seen. His grandma has 10 sons and a daughter and tons of children and grandchildren. That's on his dad's side. His mom's side is equally big. Scary. Ha! Especially during Chinese New Year when I have to give out red packets (of money). :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it was really lovely to see uncles and aunties and cousins back from all over, the UK, Canada and Australia. I think it's been more so nice since all of them are such lovely people. Friday night we had dinner with most of the family at a Loyang chalet (correction, huge bungalow) and I hung out with them for some drinks at Zouk, Velvet. Till 4 in the morning! Hubs was home with the little one (he had to tee off at 7am :P).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to his grandma - I think she's really blessed to have lived till so long and to have such a big and loving family. I was amused at the enthusiasm the uncles and aunties had though, preparing and putting up items for her birthday dinner at Singapore Island Country Club. I had to sing a song as well, which was somewhat embarrassing, but I thought... for the sweet old lady... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEwqEkVR0PI/AAAAAAAABjc/eKMcsiXEv1E/s400/Desktop5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497815503073300722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncles dressed to the nines (with a huge red bow tie and glittery gold top hats) serving the first dish, male cousins stripping down to a warrior outfit (actually it's more a mix of some hawaiian dress skirt and colorful clown-like flowers) carrying grandma down the aisle for her grand entrance... and more. What a show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEwqFUo93-I/AAAAAAAABjk/MCIP3oWmMKI/s400/Desktop6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497815516040781794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos with the family girls - 80% of the family are boys btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEwqrYiLnFI/AAAAAAAABj0/5ltxJSiNgZs/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-25+at+PM+08.03.26.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEwqrYiLnFI/AAAAAAAABj0/5ltxJSiNgZs/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-25+at+PM+08.03.26.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497816169921092690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my favourite family shot so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Ah Ma: May God continue to pour bountiful blessings into your life and may everyday you have, have His Presence and Love! Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8231296879521398285?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8231296879521398285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-100th-birthday-grandma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8231296879521398285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8231296879521398285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-100th-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy 100th Birthday Grandma!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEwqqym8W4I/AAAAAAAABjs/livwYBtl8iE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-25+at+PM+08.08.00.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8626729987001427496</id><published>2010-07-18T22:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:18:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture Shopping with Claire: Ikea and Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEMarPK2s_I/AAAAAAAABi8/UZzBXR_R2is/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.41.22.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEMarPK2s_I/AAAAAAAABi8/UZzBXR_R2is/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.41.22.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495265300430894066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEMLx4w_OKI/AAAAAAAABh8/z12AG9XZanw/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+10.11.32.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495248922001488034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sale now on in Singapore: 8 July - 1 August 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kid on sofa not included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you just love Ikea? I think it's cheap, chic and good - the most famous of Scandinavian / Swedish brands. K (as with many others) says some of the wooden furniture ain't too good - his old table caved in with too many stuff sitting on top of it. But for its price, I think if it can last me a good few years and if the fault isn't sore sight, then Ikea is still fab. I love its simple clean designs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went by Ikea a couple of times, looking for some basic design ideas like flowerpot lamps and large ball lighting for the kitchen, toilets and patio. Great money savers and fabulous designs don't you think? Sadly these weren't on sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEMLyCq5Y3I/AAAAAAAABiE/RO5_ZrWrvzk/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+10.10.44.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEMXPIXvfCI/AAAAAAAABis/A07I88mgxps/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+11.00.21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495261519034678306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; Less than $100 each!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEMaALqi3bI/AAAAAAAABi0/0EXFjiqz6q0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+11.12.00.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495264560755695026" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEMMDEZX-4I/AAAAAAAABiM/LEMvQeJDryk/s200/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+10.10.44.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495249217181449090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sale now on and up until 25 July 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tough to shop with Claire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although sometimes it's comical to see how she entertains herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent $5k this weekend on a dining table and a tv console. I'll keep mum on the actual designs but the sale was really very good. The prices we paid were after almost 40% discount!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you who don't know of Air, it's a lovely Singapore brand that has made quite a name for itself and is now in various furniture fairs all over the globe and has also won a couple of awards. Google up for their designs or check out their flagship store at 28 Wilkie Road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8626729987001427496?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8626729987001427496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/furniture-shopping-with-claire-ikea-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8626729987001427496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8626729987001427496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/furniture-shopping-with-claire-ikea-and.html' title='Furniture Shopping with Claire: Ikea and Air'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TEMarPK2s_I/AAAAAAAABi8/UZzBXR_R2is/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.41.22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-889599331269228271</id><published>2010-07-18T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:17:58.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Fishy Fishy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TELpi4konGI/AAAAAAAABg8/5VdfvK-0aLw/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.33.05.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495211280856292450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I forgot! The girl goes 'pish', 'hi pish!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Highlight of her week (well, I'm hoping it's her highlight): 5 fishes and a new fish tank. Hmm. Maybe I should read her the story of 5 fishes and 2 loaves tonight. We've been to a couple of friends' homes where the kids (mostly older than Claire) have hamsters and rabbits, and fishes too, and she's usually intrigued with the animals. So we thought we buy her her first pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To my animal-loving friends, yes... I guess a fish isn't exactly a pet. But I'm not exactly good or careful with pets to take care of them ever so constantly - rabbits have died under my care. Can't remember about hamsters and guinea pigs but my dog did get stolen - no fault of mine. Fingers crossed these fish survive for a good period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the new members of the family... K picked those fish - I don't even know what breed that's called but I know I've seen them around and apparently they are super hardy types. Please tell me if you do know. I picked the rest. So yes, it looks pleasant. K asked Claire 'Shall we name the fish?' She said 'pish one, pish two?' Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TELpjX8jvjI/AAAAAAAABhE/uGOGPp6tw6Q/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.37.28.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TELpjX8jvjI/AAAAAAAABhE/uGOGPp6tw6Q/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.37.28.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TELpjX8jvjI/AAAAAAAABhE/uGOGPp6tw6Q/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.37.28.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495211289278135858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simple and chic. Cost us 28 bucks - fish, fish food included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TELpib76ZQI/AAAAAAAABg0/D9sJRgFzNEY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.30.03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TELpib76ZQI/AAAAAAAABg0/D9sJRgFzNEY/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.30.03.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495211273169298690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not exactly as visually stimulating as the tv, but I think it's quite relaxing to watch the fish swim around in the tank. And hopefully it teaches Claire a thing or two about caring for animals, something... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-889599331269228271?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/889599331269228271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-fishy-fishy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/889599331269228271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/889599331269228271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-fishy-fishy.html' title='Here Fishy Fishy!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TELpi4konGI/AAAAAAAABg8/5VdfvK-0aLw/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-18+at+PM+07.33.05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7691717403583167823</id><published>2010-07-15T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:14:26.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TD3gPa_qk0I/AAAAAAAABgs/V085fkf-qxE/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-15+at+AM+12.02.35.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TD3gPa_qk0I/AAAAAAAABgs/V085fkf-qxE/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-15+at+AM+12.02.35.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493793676010885954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you don't get to see: Behind the scene at a press conference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's what I do. I work behind the scenes and (try to) make things happen on the news and for my client. People think PR is pretty glamorous, well... I guess depending on your client type, it could be. But with more corporate clients (and I work with mostly these), you do a lot more strategic and often 'silent' work. It's usually madness before any event and then when the event happens, you stand in the wings and make sure all goes as plan for your client - the 'star'. And don't get me wrong. I love what I do. And I think I'm lucky to love it (most of the time - better make that disclaimer, just in case!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One event down, one more to go early next week. Ps. This week is pretty crazy. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7691717403583167823?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7691717403583167823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/behind-scenes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7691717403583167823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7691717403583167823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/behind-scenes.html' title='Behind The Scenes'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TD3gPa_qk0I/AAAAAAAABgs/V085fkf-qxE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-15+at+AM+12.02.35.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4225927022116104629</id><published>2010-07-10T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:00:17.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Touch: Green and Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TDgZLp2TD-I/AAAAAAAABgk/TqoFFP8AoMk/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-10+at+PM+02.41.33.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TDgZLp2TD-I/AAAAAAAABgk/TqoFFP8AoMk/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-10+at+PM+02.41.33.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492167433581170658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm loving this look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch this space for the new home - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking of creating a separate blog to blabber about interiors and my reno experience. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo Credit: Living Etc online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4225927022116104629?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4225927022116104629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-touch-green-and-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4225927022116104629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4225927022116104629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-touch-green-and-brown.html' title='Home Touch: Green and Brown'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TDgZLp2TD-I/AAAAAAAABgk/TqoFFP8AoMk/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-10+at+PM+02.41.33.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7980997769848157739</id><published>2010-07-08T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:54:24.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her First Major Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TDVBXDHadfI/AAAAAAAABgc/0Dz9rBWRAnA/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-08+at+AM+11.07.27.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TDVBXDHadfI/AAAAAAAABgc/0Dz9rBWRAnA/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-08+at+AM+11.07.27.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491367184877385202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Body Cuts photographed on Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Claire fell pretty seriously for the first time 2 days ago. While I blame myself for taking my eyes off her (although sometimes it's really tiring to keep watching her all the time), I thank God the cuts were only surface wounds and should heal up fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were walking home from the carpark and took one of the usual routes. It was just a large pavement with a small drain on one side. The drain opening was about the size of Claire's body width. I walked in front of Claire and K was behind her and before I knew it, K yelled. I can't remember what he yelled now, but the minute he did, I turned and saw Claire in the drain, her arms supported her from falling further. It was a deep drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She started crying and I think more so from the shock of falling into a drain and when we pulled her out, we found one side of her tee shirt lifted up to her armpits and the side of her body scratched. After a while it started bleeding and we had to get it washed and wrapped up. Poor baby. I guess she wasn't looking when she was walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nevertheless being the mom I am, I started questioning myself about slacking off even for that brief moment. Honestly I do that quite often, mostly when I think it's a safe place. &lt;speechless&gt; Bad.&lt;/speechless&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Claire's better today. The wound hasn't completed dried up because we had to put on a large bandage when she goes to school. Interestingly she wanted to. I wanted to stay home with her but she said she wanted to attend class. According to her teacher, she went around showing everyone her wound/bandage and told them that she fell into a drain and asked for a hug. My mom says she's as manja as I was, am. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7980997769848157739?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7980997769848157739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/her-first-major-fall.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7980997769848157739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7980997769848157739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/07/her-first-major-fall.html' title='Her First Major Fall'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TDVBXDHadfI/AAAAAAAABgc/0Dz9rBWRAnA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-08+at+AM+11.07.27.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7628156712284684189</id><published>2010-06-29T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:44:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali and Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TCmGKmWMKLI/AAAAAAAABgM/Bt6HUkwGR_A/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-29+at+PM+01.29.22.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488065137578092722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Breathtaking Ocean View from the Grand Hyatt Nusa Dua in Bali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent a lovely week with good friends in Bali and while a couple of my friends commented that six days is a little too many days for a beach holiday, the week of idleness and laziness is never enough. Not when work is what awaits at the end of that week anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not exactly my idea of a holiday cos I'm pretty much a city girl and I can never seem to sit still with no objective in sight (I think Bali was to spend some good time with friends and to get a nice tan). Still, it was a much treasured week 100% away from work (I brought my lappie but didn't even take it out of the bag!) and 100% with the family. A more lengthy post to follow, with a lot more photos... cos it's back to the busy busy grind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TCmGULdzMZI/AAAAAAAABgU/XM-3vpcctmA/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-29+at+PM+01.33.43.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TCmGULdzMZI/AAAAAAAABgU/XM-3vpcctmA/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-29+at+PM+01.33.43.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TCmGULdzMZI/AAAAAAAABgU/XM-3vpcctmA/s320/Screen+shot+2010-06-29+at+PM+01.33.43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488065302160945554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clairey: Having a whale of a time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7628156712284684189?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7628156712284684189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/bali-and-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7628156712284684189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7628156712284684189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/bali-and-back.html' title='Bali and Back'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TCmGKmWMKLI/AAAAAAAABgM/Bt6HUkwGR_A/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-06-29+at+PM+01.29.22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2429961026661516476</id><published>2010-06-18T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:44:30.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBsfoC65vrI/AAAAAAAABf0/3-OkFZPL69A/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-18+at+PM+03.25.39.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBsfoC65vrI/AAAAAAAABf0/3-OkFZPL69A/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-18+at+PM+03.25.39.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484011744092864178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In its half done state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was just about what I had to go through for about seven days, since last wednesday. If my camera could capture the amount of dust and dirt that was hanging around in the air of my entire house, I would have snapped that shot for you as well! From finding the exact same tiles (my new buyer wanted it to look exactly the same) to the hacking to the waterproofing to the tiling to fitting back the accessories to REDO-ing them all (all because the workers made a mistake!!), toilet renovations were positively hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why? Because my toilet was leaking to my neighbour's toilet (she wasn't staying in her flat though - she rents it out - lucky her). And HDB got involved, and undertook renos. All that's fine... even paying 1K is fine. But the mess! Oh the mess! Oh and because we only had one toilet, we had to move out to stay at my mom's. We had to unfortunately be home everyday, even the whole weekend to 'watch over' the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When that all ended, the entire family fell ill. K, Claire and I. Must be the dust and dirt. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2429961026661516476?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2429961026661516476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/toilet-madness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2429961026661516476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2429961026661516476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/toilet-madness.html' title='Toilet Madness'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBsfoC65vrI/AAAAAAAABf0/3-OkFZPL69A/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-06-18+at+PM+03.25.39.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3029507945986953424</id><published>2010-06-17T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:15:53.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Grant Me Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I feel tired and sickly and a mixed bag of emotions - stressed with work, worried for K and his work, concerned about home issues and overall just very very tired and unsettled. God grant me strength and courage to face whatever today brings my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 18:32-34 NIV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3029507945986953424?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3029507945986953424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-grant-me-strength.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3029507945986953424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3029507945986953424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-grant-me-strength.html' title='God Grant Me Strength'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-6118065084013685174</id><published>2010-06-13T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:20:19.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshing Times at Church Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBRDihZLCmI/AAAAAAAABfg/5CmDrN16GKc/s400/Desktop3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482080906775300706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elim at Church Camp in Malacca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 - 7 June 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We recently trooped up to Malacca for our 4th church camp with our small group Elim (sadly not everyone was able to make it). And while I was only able to sit in for half the sessions (K and I took turns to bring Claire to Children's Ministry), I had a refreshing time listening in on the theme sermons by Rev Lawrence Seow. His sermon delivery and speaking style (constantly peppered with humour) made it a whole lot more enjoyable than what I remember of other church camp speakers. Earlier church camps felt memorable though, perhaps because of close friends (who made it then and not this time round) and also because it was Malacca yet again. Time to explore another venue I think! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBRDiJkpaLI/AAAAAAAABfY/gpIE3iZjxBA/s400/Desktop2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482080900380977330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snapshots of dear friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Godma Liz, Godpa Kar Wing, Alex and Chi Siong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBRDgnh-SfI/AAAAAAAABfI/dbO9UDTKywY/s400/Desktop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482080874063088114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drawing up the Elim banner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBRDhhp76XI/AAAAAAAABfQ/LfQYfjvGIqo/s400/Desktop1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482080889665743218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the prowl for food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBRDjIy2W4I/AAAAAAAABfo/XjHXwR2GMjc/s1600/Desktop4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBRDjIy2W4I/AAAAAAAABfo/XjHXwR2GMjc/s1600/Desktop4.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBRDjIy2W4I/AAAAAAAABfo/XjHXwR2GMjc/s400/Desktop4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482080917351979906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos of my beautiful baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she was really able to enjoy and appreciate camp this time round. I'm just looking to the day I can leave her alone at Children's Ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-6118065084013685174?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6118065084013685174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/refreshing-times-at-church-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6118065084013685174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6118065084013685174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/refreshing-times-at-church-camp.html' title='Refreshing Times at Church Camp'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TBRDihZLCmI/AAAAAAAABfg/5CmDrN16GKc/s72-c/Desktop3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2886421441957175083</id><published>2010-06-02T18:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:41:37.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Touch: Luxurious Walk-In Closets &amp; Beautiful Ottomans</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY3HrQSDXI/AAAAAAAABeg/55Fds_RTr2E/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.32.03.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478126601752415602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicky Hilton's Fabulous White &lt;a href="http://fashionolic.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrity-closets-eva-longria-nicky.html"&gt;Walk-In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I like my money where I can see it - hanging in my closet' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aye aye! The obvious luxury (BIG) item for any girl when doing up her home with some additional play space is a walk-in wardrobe. Note (hubby), it's 'luxury'. Hehe. Seriously, I've dreamt about this space for a long time and with almost 1,500 sqft of free play, Mama Jo's now gotten some 150 - 200 sqf for all her beautiful threads. The potential study was unfortunately sacrificed. With 3 laptops and wireless connectivity, we sort-of decided to have other lounge-like spaces to work at - think cafe-style casualness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so I look to Carrie Bradshaw and the heaps of celebrities and socialites and their amazingly beautiful walk-ins for design inspirations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY3HwFDltI/AAAAAAAABeo/HQFKrtARqtY/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.32.31.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478126603047507666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva Longoria and her &lt;a href="http://fashionolic.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrity-closets-eva-longria-nicky.html"&gt;walk-in&lt;/a&gt; closet of shoes and bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY46E_W4XI/AAAAAAAABe4/oaDO9dM1qJU/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.55.35.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478128567165837682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet &lt;a href="http://www.myhomeideas.com/room-galleries/walk-in-closet-dressing-room-00400000053853/index.html"&gt;Closet&lt;/a&gt; Space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the patterned wallpaper and the cute colorful stool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY3IU21j-I/AAAAAAAABew/d7ZqXjLyKlI/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.33.37.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478126612919980002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little messy looking, but hey that's a much-loved &lt;a href="http://lovelyclusters.blogspot.com/2010/02/guest-post-beautiful-closets.html"&gt;closet&lt;/a&gt; for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY_I7EkizI/AAAAAAAABfA/EEm4qt5qQqI/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.34.28.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478135419271154482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A huge &lt;a href="http://lovelyclusters.blogspot.com/2010/02/guest-post-beautiful-closets.html"&gt;room&lt;/a&gt; dedicated to the ones you love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now if I had that big a house, I would turn one large room into my own personal boutique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the white, clean and chic look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Likely something I'll do for my own walk-in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you can't leave out your ottoman - the place to sit and swoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking a punch of color here? That or the rug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY2nR9qYwI/AAAAAAAABeY/FlTLCpdkwr8/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.36.29.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478126045207618306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therosefamily2009.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html"&gt;Something&lt;/a&gt; pink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY2mzdTWdI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dQuEldnb5ug/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.39.20.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY2mzdTWdI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dQuEldnb5ug/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.39.20.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 379px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY2mzdTWdI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dQuEldnb5ug/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.39.20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478126037018827218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.horchow.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=cprod57740008&amp;amp;eItemId=cprod57740008&amp;amp;cmCat=search&amp;amp;searchType=MAIN&amp;amp;parentId=&amp;amp;icid=&amp;amp;rte=%252Fsearch.jhtml%253FNo%253D0%2526Ntt%253Dottoman%2526_requestid%253D12560%2526N%253D0%2526va%253Dt"&gt;Something&lt;/a&gt; round?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY2mQTfzyI/AAAAAAAABeI/DotnGBz6H7I/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.35.27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY2mQTfzyI/AAAAAAAABeI/DotnGBz6H7I/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.35.27.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478126027582459682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.horchow.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=cprod59210072&amp;amp;cmCat=search&amp;amp;searchType=&amp;amp;parentId=&amp;amp;icid=src_ottoman&amp;amp;rte=%252Fsearch.jhtml%253FN%253D0%2526Ntt%253Dottoman%2526_requestid%253D12560"&gt;Something&lt;/a&gt; sizzling red?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY2MvqB-II/AAAAAAAABdw/JiLGBeaJ9EY/s1600/ladyinahatottoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY2MvqB-II/AAAAAAAABdw/JiLGBeaJ9EY/s320/ladyinahatottoman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478125589321873538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or something you could call your own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like Anya Hindmarch's bespoke pieces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check this &lt;a href="http://haute-house.com/products.php?Cid=0009.0000.0000.0000&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;piece&lt;/a&gt; by Haute House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder if they ship to Singapore now. Grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's the lucky girl? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;click&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2886421441957175083?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2886421441957175083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-touch-luxurious-walk-in-closets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2886421441957175083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2886421441957175083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-touch-luxurious-walk-in-closets.html' title='Home Touch: Luxurious Walk-In Closets &amp; Beautiful Ottomans'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAY3HrQSDXI/AAAAAAAABeg/55Fds_RTr2E/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-06-02+at+PM+06.32.03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8328485888209642993</id><published>2010-06-01T23:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:41:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful Desserts at Skinny Pizza &amp; Date Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAUmtIyQxdI/AAAAAAAABdg/fZzT99reBeo/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-01+at+PM+11.09.39.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477827078660343250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Warm Banana Salted Caramel Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fabulous Leica goes everywhere I go these days. And of late it's been more often than not at Skinny Pizza at Wheelock Place. I find everything on their menu gorgeous and perfect to my taste buds and liking. Other than pizzas (and by its name it really should be shouldn't it - oh and its Squid Ink Pizza is the best, in my humble opinion), the desserts are really really good. Full bodied, rich and an interesting blend of varied taste. Check out the photos taken with my current favorite toy. Makes everything look good. Yes yes? Grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAUne7P4neI/AAAAAAAABdo/aN3qtfbMTWw/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-01+at+PM+11.12.58.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAUne7P4neI/AAAAAAAABdo/aN3qtfbMTWw/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-01+at+PM+11.12.58.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAUne7P4neI/AAAAAAAABdo/aN3qtfbMTWw/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-01+at+PM+11.12.58.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477827934019952098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black Russian Ice Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAUlggKmCPI/AAAAAAAABdA/odC953UPfrs/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-01+at+PM+11.11.32.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477825762086488306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Criminally Rich Chocolate Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at the colour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAUlh5FdCII/AAAAAAAABdQ/ofNsLd3eV0E/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-01+at+PM+11.14.24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477825785955682434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All taken on our date days out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God for half work days and flexi work hours - for us both. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAUliSJ1rZI/AAAAAAAABdY/yZLgyxDuxeE/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-01+at+PM+11.20.16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477825792684961170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Humoring the Husband and Entertaining Myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At his favorite spot at Isetan Scotts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8328485888209642993?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8328485888209642993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinful-desserts-at-skinny-pizza-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8328485888209642993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8328485888209642993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinful-desserts-at-skinny-pizza-date.html' title='Sinful Desserts at Skinny Pizza &amp; Date Days'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAUmtIyQxdI/AAAAAAAABdg/fZzT99reBeo/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-06-01+at+PM+11.09.39.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-896859921937871277</id><published>2010-05-31T23:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:09:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC2 &amp; Carrie's Gorgeous Walk-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAPdYHgTq3I/AAAAAAAABcw/DrAnfMqpRGQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-31+at+PM+11.44.00.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAPdYHgTq3I/AAAAAAAABcw/DrAnfMqpRGQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-31+at+PM+11.44.00.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464978213809010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to the hubby's 'selfless sacrifice', I probably got to be the one of the privileged few to watch Sex And The City 2 the day it opened at the theatre - Thursday 27 May 2010. *Wide grin* Interestingly enough, I noticed a couple of giggles and smiles that escaped from my manly man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with most females, I've been a huge fan of SATC and Ms Carrie Bradshaw. I have DVDs of every episode and the coffee book as well. *giggle* That's the girly girl in me and my happy place. Re the movie, I'll leave it to you to watch and have your own view. You'll probably find heaps of reviews online as well. I would say this though, there've been better moments in its existence. Nevertheless it's great to see the girls together in action and all the fashion and style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAPaN4r0LKI/AAAAAAAABcg/xx5V-xRvxwg/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-31+at+PM+11.41.47.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477461503901969570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samantha, Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in Abu Dhabi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite part though, and current obsession: Carrie's grown up and sophisticated walk-in closet. Hopefully you'll see my version of it in my new home, in November. Grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAPaandumpI/AAAAAAAABco/Lr6ls2IGY4I/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-31+at+PM+11.32.55.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477461722617780882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't it swell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His and Hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine'll just be all Hers - pun intended :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-896859921937871277?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/896859921937871277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/satc2-carries-gorgeous-walk-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/896859921937871277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/896859921937871277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/satc2-carries-gorgeous-walk-in.html' title='SATC2 &amp; Carrie&apos;s Gorgeous Walk-In'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/TAPdYHgTq3I/AAAAAAAABcw/DrAnfMqpRGQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-31+at+PM+11.44.00.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2418204457830515462</id><published>2010-05-25T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:11:16.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Crush: Chloe Marcie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_tmaiZUy1I/AAAAAAAABcA/XU6hugvh2W4/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-25+at+PM+01.51.47.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475082378094627666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lust. Isn't this a gorgeous &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3065005/0~2376780~6021632~6018792~6018796?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;amp;origin=category&amp;amp;searchtype=&amp;amp;pbo=6018796&amp;amp;P=1"&gt;bag&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2418204457830515462?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2418204457830515462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-crush-chloe-marcie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2418204457830515462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2418204457830515462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-crush-chloe-marcie.html' title='New Crush: Chloe Marcie'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_tmaiZUy1I/AAAAAAAABcA/XU6hugvh2W4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-25+at+PM+01.51.47.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4444589412169097180</id><published>2010-05-22T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:18:45.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Doesn't Always Serve Up Rainbows &amp; Candies</title><content type='html'>From my post title, you can probably guess I haven't had a great week. I had thoughts about not posting but it was my week and with the good comes the bad and so I felt it should still be jotted down. I should keep it short though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much work it was not funny. There were times it got so intense, I felt my head was going to explode. This week had new clients and new biz - hence the crazy workload. That's the thing with managing a team and clients and all the responsibilities and trying to keep to the half day schedule. And a lot of it wasn't just about the work, it was dealing with people. Sometimes it's about taking the extra patience and time to teach the juniors (seriously those in my agency are a little too junior - I'm talking about a year's experience) and sometimes it was managing and understand certain behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple intense work with embarrassing moments (I unknowingly stained my pants. That's all I'll say. Sigh) and an upsetting incident with the hubs, the week was not good, not good. Today I'm home, trying to get down to completing a newbiz pitch, which I desperately want to win - not just because it's a great account, it's also one my big boss thinks we don't stand a chance (against a number of branded agency).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. There's always next week. Hopefully it'll surprise me with a bed of roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4444589412169097180?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4444589412169097180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-doesnt-always-serve-up-rainbows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4444589412169097180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4444589412169097180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-doesnt-always-serve-up-rainbows.html' title='Life Doesn&apos;t Always Serve Up Rainbows &amp; Candies'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-1029940977621619025</id><published>2010-05-18T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:28:37.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Old Man! - With Love, Your Old Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As always, the events planner had a ball organizing a few get-togethers for her most important man. I think it's in-built in me - I love planning parties and I love the resulting smiles. Thanks to all our wonderful friends for spending a few hours out with the birthday boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Precious photos to tell our weekend story (plus the fact that I'm a little lazy to type it all out, especially after laying out the shots!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_Fp-fskjjI/AAAAAAAABaw/PNT5BGQ13lY/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-17+at+PM+11.27.04.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472271544613113394" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_Fp_GqP7NI/AAAAAAAABa4/xNsLc8pE9ns/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-17+at+PM+11.43.51.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472271555072355538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_Fp_269sAI/AAAAAAAABbA/Exg-NTuRgOA/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-17+at+PM+11.47.51.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472271568027365378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_FqAsohVfI/AAAAAAAABbI/wGctj6a3VJA/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-17+at+PM+11.57.48.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472271582445524466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_FqBPbsG2I/AAAAAAAABbQ/Jpo8MUkD7pM/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-18+at+AM+12.06.20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472271591786945378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_Fq5uS0JwI/AAAAAAAABbY/88KlTZE2j2k/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-18+at+AM+12.11.22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_Fq5uS0JwI/AAAAAAAABbY/88KlTZE2j2k/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-18+at+AM+12.11.22.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472272562143897346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the 36 year old man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;loud&gt; *loud shouts* I LOVE YOU!&lt;/loud&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With love, your old woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-1029940977621619025?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1029940977621619025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-old-man-with-love-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1029940977621619025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1029940977621619025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-old-man-with-love-your.html' title='Happy Birthday Old Man! - With Love, Your Old Woman'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S_Fp-fskjjI/AAAAAAAABaw/PNT5BGQ13lY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-17+at+PM+11.27.04.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2998904810079978754</id><published>2010-05-13T22:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:00:45.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Touch: Outdoor Furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wdSBayCcI/AAAAAAAABao/_pyWR7Ns84o/s1600/lin-pod-bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wdSBayCcI/AAAAAAAABao/_pyWR7Ns84o/s400/lin-pod-bench.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470779842803927490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busyboo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/lin-pod-bench.jpg"&gt;Lin Pod Bench&lt;/a&gt; by Leif.designpark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very retro and very cool with a plant hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Having decided to create a huge balcony by eating into some of the existing flat space, I'm looking around for interesting outdoor (has to be durable and endure the harsh sun and rain conditions) pieces. Still thinking what to go for as the space isn't exactly big and there's a wall (that I can't knock down) somewhere in between. And the options out there are numerous - benches, chairs, chaise loungers, swings? Show me some love people and vote on one for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wV1PUkmGI/AAAAAAAABaQ/xQ0UTv3CBf4/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-13+at+AM+12.22.45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470771651738376290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the stone wall and the easy bench / lounger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wV1gFCegI/AAAAAAAABaY/Ndt7Ijsaa1U/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-13+at+AM+12.21.11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470771656236628482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the white cane chairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It would go with the postmodernist look we're gunning as the overall theme for the house (although it might change to be a mix of a few themes I think!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wVfJDaVpI/AAAAAAAABaA/XR4zZ51bA1A/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-13+at+PM+11.04.39.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470771272098666130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.decodir.com/2009/10/mariposa-chair-by-kate-rider/"&gt;Mariposa Chair&lt;/a&gt; by Kate Rider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very sleek... very modern...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wV2LDqHLI/AAAAAAAABag/nP8DkbN4_Ho/s1600/white+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wV2LDqHLI/AAAAAAAABag/nP8DkbN4_Ho/s1600/white+chair.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wV2LDqHLI/AAAAAAAABag/nP8DkbN4_Ho/s400/white+chair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470771667773562034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylepark.com/en/swedese/desiree-outdoor-chair"&gt;Swedese Desiree&lt;/a&gt; Outdoor Chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The white fan shape called out to me in an instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wUV-lQUkI/AAAAAAAABZo/mos3ToM1-24/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-13+at+AM+09.34.17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470770015157375554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kettal.es/kettal/phtml/colecciones.php?IdiomaWeb=ING"&gt;Kettal Maia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I've seen this piece in the stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wUVrSxhsI/AAAAAAAABZg/YbYHChwOiE0/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-13+at+AM+09.31.26.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470770009979586242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendo Lounge Chair by &lt;a href="http://www.murillo.ph/products.php"&gt;Murillo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or this sunny piece? By Filipino designers. A modern take on a traditional asian cane type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wV0oWYKnI/AAAAAAAABaI/qZCYOTBZdoY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-13+at+PM+10.49.57.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wV0oWYKnI/AAAAAAAABaI/qZCYOTBZdoY/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-13+at+PM+10.49.57.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470771641276967538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://luxury-ideas.com/category/furniture-designs/page/7/"&gt;Cocoon&lt;/a&gt; by Patricia Urquiola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or this? I love how gorgeous and colorful it looks! I can imagine Claire in there all day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2998904810079978754?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2998904810079978754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-touch-outdoor-furniture.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2998904810079978754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2998904810079978754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-touch-outdoor-furniture.html' title='Home Touch: Outdoor Furniture'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-wdSBayCcI/AAAAAAAABao/_pyWR7Ns84o/s72-c/lin-pod-bench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5868338345440400487</id><published>2010-05-12T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:01:47.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendition: Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 20px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sharing a beautiful song and my song offering this weekend. Done a little too slow though I think. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Nevertheless hope you guys enjoy this rendition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbbIrzHg_EQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbbIrzHg_EQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till I know where I'm supposed to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't know if I can believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When shadows fall and block my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am lost and know that I must hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till I find my way home to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many days I've spent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drifting on through empty shores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering what's my purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering how to make me strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I will falter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I will cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you'll be standing by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I need to be close to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it feels no one understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do the things I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you break down these walls and pull me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause It's a long long journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till I feel that I am worth the price&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You paid for me on calvary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath those stormy skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like everything is out to make me lose control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till I find my way home to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm 27:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5868338345440400487?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5868338345440400487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/rendition-journey_1434.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5868338345440400487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5868338345440400487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/rendition-journey_1434.html' title='Rendition: Journey'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-6363354479921339568</id><published>2010-05-11T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:50:05.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-lEEwcetMI/AAAAAAAABZA/azRYn8L83uE/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-11+at+PM+07.33.10.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-lEEwcetMI/AAAAAAAABZA/azRYn8L83uE/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-11+at+PM+07.33.10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469978070932698306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A view of my sunny yellow office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-6363354479921339568?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6363354479921339568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-hole.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6363354479921339568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6363354479921339568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-hole.html' title='Work Hole'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-lEEwcetMI/AAAAAAAABZA/azRYn8L83uE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-11+at+PM+07.33.10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2778342557661376407</id><published>2010-05-10T00:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:58:04.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Being 'Mama'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-bjh0UE4OI/AAAAAAAABYw/hwGrVo2XFyY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-10+at+AM+12.31.14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-bjh0UE4OI/AAAAAAAABYw/hwGrVo2XFyY/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-10+at+AM+12.31.14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469308967606083810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Sunflowers From K &amp;amp; Claire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I became a mother, I never thought much about being one. It never occurred how my life, my perspective on life and my sense of fulfillment of life would change. And for the better really, I would like to think. Sometimes I ask myself, could it be because I have such a wonderful kid? Claire has been nothing but pure joy since she was a tiny bub - easy to care for, delightful and bubbly in her personality, obedient and loving. But no, even if she were otherwise, life would still be different. And different in a good way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While there are days I envy friends who have the freedom to enjoy their singleton activities and days I feel the stresses trying to balance everything that's going on, I would never have it another way. In times when my friends seemingly failed me and work and all don't seem to go right, I look at my beautiful daughter and I still do deeply feel God's goodness in my life. How life has such joy and pleasure now, and how it seems to be sufficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thank God for giving me this gift of motherhood, that through this I can be moulded in a better someone. I have learnt and am still learning how to be a good role model, in the things I say and do, how to be patient and how to do everything in love and only love. And it was easy enough to lose some things that I initially held important and sacrifice them all for the sake of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It took motherhood to show me the importance of being a loving daughter to my own mother. It took motherhood to show me what is more important in life. And the payment? Pure love. I'm sure all you mummies know what I mean. Happy Mother's Day all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my sweet daughter Claire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You mean the world to me. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2778342557661376407?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2778342557661376407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-being-mama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2778342557661376407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2778342557661376407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-being-mama.html' title='I Love Being &apos;Mama&apos;'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-bjh0UE4OI/AAAAAAAABYw/hwGrVo2XFyY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-10+at+AM+12.31.14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7237018293543571488</id><published>2010-05-08T12:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:14:19.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 7 May 2010 - Remembering the Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K and I both took leave to celebrate our fifth year anniversary and although he had booked a pretty swanky restaurant, I suggested we spend the day just doing the simple yet memorable stuff. For one I didn't think we needed to spend so much to commemorate a special day, and two that dough could pretty well be used across the entire day. And you know what, I think we had such a great (and pretty much a sunny) day - just taking it easy and doing what we liked to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-TqRBCt09I/AAAAAAAABYA/9W_EyNbxf9A/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-08+at+PM+12.11.26.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468753425593127890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch at 'Beach Road Prawn Mee'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Located along East Coast Road)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dropping Claire off at school, we headed to the east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is probably one of my favourite prawn mee stalls. The other two being one actually at beach road itself and the other at adam road hawker centre. The good part about eating early (before noon) on a friday afternoon, it was easy to get a table and K was able to wash and vacuum his car at the Caltex station opposite! The bad: I think the quality has dropped. Prawns were disappointly small as well. Nevertheless it's the company that made it a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-TqQVJO4mI/AAAAAAAABX4/l87KICTkl-M/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-08+at+AM+11.53.30.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468753413809300066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;370 East Coast Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one has since expanded to occupy two shop space, and one of the stalls I frequent when I was staying at Siglap. Sadly it's getting a tad bit expensive - a medium sized bowl costing $8.80. The ngoh hiang's pretty good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-Tqlon9G2I/AAAAAAAABYY/q3A4sWVbmSM/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-08+at+PM+12.31.55.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468753779815684962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At The Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After going by for some groceries at Siglap Centre, and paying my aunt a visit, we went down to Cineleisure Orchard for a movie. I was actually hoping to catch Sex And The City 2 but alas it wasn't out. And we caught Iron Man 2 in the end. It was ok - not bad, but not fantastic. Ok. I slept a little in between, amidst all the fighting... That's a blurry shot taken with my Nokia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-TsI48O3pI/AAAAAAAABYo/p3HBx28EAME/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-08+at+PM+12.18.23.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-TsI48O3pI/AAAAAAAABYo/p3HBx28EAME/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-08+at+PM+12.18.23.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468755485002751634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At The Farm - FarmArt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(67 Sungei Tengah Road)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day would not be complete without Claire. Which day is. That's the kind of parents we are I suppose - we find it difficult to not have our sweet daughter around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we googled and found a farm in ulu Lim Cho Kang. We picked Claire after the movie and headed far west. I was personally pretty excited about visiting a farm. But sadly it was pretty disappointing with a handful of animals to thrill - turtles, frogs, goats, rabbits, guinea pigs and fish. But as with most little kids, Claire was still delighted seeing these animals - as she always is most days. I always thank God for such a happy child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Word of caution: If you have high expectations of a farm, then please don't visit this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-TqmGB5LEI/AAAAAAAABYg/UmKvdCUwnJQ/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-08+at+PM+12.34.29.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468753787709107266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gusttimo for Ice Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we had roamed all over the island, we ended as always back in town and at Ion for a quick sushi dinner and ice-cream. I had promised Claire we would go somewhere she wanted - I asked 'MacDonalds or Ice-Cream?' and her answer was immediate (a couple of times over the past week too). I was looking for a Haagen Dazs though - is there one at Orchard? A proper cafe, not take-away. (The nearest I could think of was Centrepoint... Hmm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what better way to end a lovely day than with wonderful people at our Small Group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tabao-ed heaps of Old Chang Kee too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7237018293543571488?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7237018293543571488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-7-may-2010-remembering-moments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7237018293543571488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7237018293543571488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-7-may-2010-remembering-moments.html' title='Friday 7 May 2010 - Remembering the Moments'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-TqRBCt09I/AAAAAAAABYA/9W_EyNbxf9A/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-08+at+PM+12.11.26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8007805849886464058</id><published>2010-05-06T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:51:56.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The One I Know I Can't Live Without</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-LmMnsdiII/AAAAAAAABXw/wmIttJRpuLg/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+PM+11.44.13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-LmMnsdiII/AAAAAAAABXw/wmIttJRpuLg/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+PM+11.44.13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468186002069489794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remembering Those Special Moments:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's one on our Wedding Day. He surprised me with a 'fairytale kiss'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Date: 7 May 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They say that you don't marry someone you can live with, you marry the person who you cannot live without. That truly hits the nail on the head and how I feel as I ponder about the five years we've shared together. Marriage really isn't easy, there are always quarrels and disagreements. But I believe it as a lifelong commitment to work at being together and building each other to become better individuals when we are apart. A lifetime... When you think about it, it really seems difficult and awfully long. But at the end of the day, when you both share the same goals, desires and focus in life, marriage is a precious gift. God knows we all need company and support as we go through the ups and downs in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's to my sweetie pie and the one I can't live without:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you for being the man you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quietly supportive. Generous in your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always patient and always around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dependable and kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for putting up with my many idiosyncrasies and tolerating my short-temperedness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for accepting the person I am and always patiently trying to correct my shortcomings. Thank you for loving me despite me being the imperfect person I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you for being a loving father, who's always there for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you for always being willing to do more than what's your fair share - for helping out with household chores and looking after Claire when I'm tired or in need of a night out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you because I know I will never find another who is perfect for me in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 5th Anniversary! And here's to many more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8007805849886464058?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8007805849886464058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-one-i-know-i-cant-live-without.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8007805849886464058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8007805849886464058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-one-i-know-i-cant-live-without.html' title='To The One I Know I Can&apos;t Live Without'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-LmMnsdiII/AAAAAAAABXw/wmIttJRpuLg/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+PM+11.44.13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7899783383899496940</id><published>2010-05-06T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:15:59.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad &amp; The Ugly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since my last post, it's been a mix bag of emotions and activities. The good always comes with the bad I suppose. Or the bad with the good? Well I shalln't keep dwelling on the bad, but in gist it was mostly all about work - overloaded and stressed up, unkind comments and slightly hurt feelings, thoughtful considerations about how to deal with people and learnings about my shortfalls. Life goes on nevertheless yes, and I take it that I learn as I trudge along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good: I decided it was time to leave on the dot and not spend too much additional time at work (and accumulate leave days) and since last friday, I managed to catch up with so many friends. Afternoons were spent shopping and having tea with mummy friends and those who didn't work regular hours and the weekend was perfect with a double date night, with one of our favorite couples and furniture window shopping. And last night was precious catching up with a bunch of girlfriends and over 'Mala' steamboat too - yums! It's really been too long since I made time for friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the 'Ugly'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-IedblSe3I/AAAAAAAABXg/2UC-Lhdx7Dc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+AM+09.29.26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-IedblSe3I/AAAAAAAABXg/2UC-Lhdx7Dc/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+AM+09.29.26.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467966388550400882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally did my brows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the left brow shows the end product, the right is the dye setting in.. scared you, didn't I!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes I paid close to 1K for semi-permanent organic dye on my eyebrows. They call it Brow Resurrection at Browhaus and essentially it's cutting the surface of the skin (no blood no blood) and letting dye absorb in. One week on and it's still there. It's supposed to last more than a year. Well they said a year and a half to two. I'm doubtful though because some of the dye has since come off. Sigh. Updates again in a month's time ya. For now, it really does save 15 mins of my time every morning and it looks 'not-too-bad'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7899783383899496940?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7899783383899496940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bad-ugly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7899783383899496940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7899783383899496940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bad-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad &amp; The Ugly?'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S-IedblSe3I/AAAAAAAABXg/2UC-Lhdx7Dc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-06+at+AM+09.29.26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-1155129026609204203</id><published>2010-04-26T16:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:27:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Screams, Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9Vubs_XvwI/AAAAAAAABXY/2m9c_TrsZbU/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-26+at+PM+04.10.39.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9Vubs_XvwI/AAAAAAAABXY/2m9c_TrsZbU/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-26+at+PM+04.10.39.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464395145096445698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current mood: Stressed out and gloomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Bub's sick - fever, flu &amp;amp; cough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Took today off to care for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Worked from home, tons of work to do (2 events this week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Quarreled with the hubs over the stupidest stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Can't find things in the house, including wire to load photos from cammie to lappie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Worried about toilet leak, HDB checks and home sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Tons of other things to do including write bank letter to discharge loan, talk to lawyers, agents, interior designs, get cracking on stuff for friends, fleur orders... ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Cranky mood, upset tummy and headache. oh headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cry*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-1155129026609204203?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1155129026609204203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/silent-screams-manic-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1155129026609204203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1155129026609204203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/silent-screams-manic-monday.html' title='Silent Screams, Manic Monday'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9Vubs_XvwI/AAAAAAAABXY/2m9c_TrsZbU/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-26+at+PM+04.10.39.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-307348820541514391</id><published>2010-04-24T11:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:21:26.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Touch: A Swing Or Two?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9JsJMJIzdI/AAAAAAAABXI/6GxN9i9umF0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.50.08.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463548203088006610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A simple wooden plank swing in the sophisticated home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always looking for ideas to make the home somewhat more unique and here's one which would not only be quite special, it would be especially fun for Claire as well. And I know I need not even ask her opinion - she would love it, even when she's much older. I would love to have a swing or two in the new home, one that perhaps doesn't move too 'wildly' in the living space or perhaps balcony and another in Claire's room? Grin. Wouldn't it be a lovely touch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9JpqjXy8kI/AAAAAAAABXA/qpUWmhymoSk/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.31.44.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9JpqjXy8kI/AAAAAAAABXA/qpUWmhymoSk/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.31.44.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463545477724303938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This all white swing feels whimsical and fairytale-like in this romantic floral environment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(First &amp;amp; Second photos from &lt;a href="http://citified.blogspot.com/"&gt;This is Glamorous&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9Jopys4fpI/AAAAAAAABWg/TgSJkc0d3Cw/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.21.55.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463544365147782802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These brightly colored fabric padded swings with tassels are just gorgeous. Perfect for the chic adult space or the colorful child's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Each apparently cost USD 2,200 - from &lt;a href="http://www.modernconvenience.com/"&gt;Modern Convenience&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9JoqiZ4ZWI/AAAAAAAABWw/ToS_c6JkfS8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.25.57.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9JoqiZ4ZWI/AAAAAAAABWw/ToS_c6JkfS8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.25.57.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9JoqiZ4ZWI/AAAAAAAABWw/ToS_c6JkfS8/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.25.57.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463544377952986466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alternatively, there's always affordable Ikea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9JopR00ErI/AAAAAAAABWY/pE70KuE9PZU/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.19.51.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463544356322677426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the two simple swing designs. Maybe I should go by Ikea to check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9Joqe1bGzI/AAAAAAAABWo/_N1K5FEYP7s/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.23.33.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9Joqe1bGzI/AAAAAAAABWo/_N1K5FEYP7s/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.23.33.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9Joqe1bGzI/AAAAAAAABWo/_N1K5FEYP7s/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.23.33.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463544376994765618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A more comfortable child swing seat alternative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(From &lt;a href="http://www.haba.de/haba/produktAnsicht.htm?c=PC_P_004829&amp;amp;twk=TW_P_SchaukelZimmerZelte_KiZi&amp;amp;hk=HK_P_KiZi&amp;amp;rk=Produkte"&gt;Haba&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tempting tempting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-307348820541514391?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/307348820541514391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-touch-swing-or-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/307348820541514391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/307348820541514391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-touch-swing-or-two.html' title='Home Touch: A Swing Or Two?'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S9JsJMJIzdI/AAAAAAAABXI/6GxN9i9umF0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-24+at+AM+11.50.08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-1159073050995405970</id><published>2010-04-21T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:23:10.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lash Me Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S85qEl26gaI/AAAAAAAABVo/MdNFUCJDqMk/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-21+at+AM+10.58.08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S85qEl26gaI/AAAAAAAABVo/MdNFUCJDqMk/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-21+at+AM+10.58.08.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462420025161449890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhat Exaggerated Gorgeous Eyelashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's amazing how advanced we've gotten with technology and how a little pampering could make one, me feel quite the pretty pea. I had some time on my hands yesterday afternoon (well, more like I decided I shouldn't work the afternoon - and I'm not paid too anyway) and thought I give a go at eyelash perming. It was a pretty simple and painless procedure, and took around an hour. Basically it was applying a smelly perming lotion on my lashes and curling them around a tiny roller thingy. After an hour, I felt like a korean starlet in the making! *blink blink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S85p-xEJADI/AAAAAAAABVY/DV9WpPK0fLQ/s1600/Browhaus__grid__logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S85p-xEJADI/AAAAAAAABVY/DV9WpPK0fLQ/s400/Browhaus__grid__logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462419925090500658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're interested, google Browhaus. The treatment cost $70 (before GST) and will last me just under 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only if you want to feel like a STAR. *wink wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-1159073050995405970?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1159073050995405970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/lash-me-pretty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1159073050995405970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1159073050995405970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/lash-me-pretty.html' title='Lash Me Pretty'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S85qEl26gaI/AAAAAAAABVo/MdNFUCJDqMk/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-21+at+AM+10.58.08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-882034919579726949</id><published>2010-04-20T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:47:28.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles &amp; A Foldable Bath Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8yHm4y7QEI/AAAAAAAABVQ/mPHyg_wJMM4/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-20+at+AM+12.39.18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8yHm4y7QEI/AAAAAAAABVQ/mPHyg_wJMM4/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-20+at+AM+12.39.18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461889550244331586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arealcoolworld.com/"&gt;A Real Cool World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Isn't this cool? Even the brand name is damn cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our latest luxurious splurge for Claire - a huge bath tub. She's been enjoying her bath in this real cool foldable bath tub and the free bubbles machine that came with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-882034919579726949?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/882034919579726949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/bubbles-foldable-bath-tub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/882034919579726949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/882034919579726949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/bubbles-foldable-bath-tub.html' title='Bubbles &amp; A Foldable Bath Tub'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8yHm4y7QEI/AAAAAAAABVQ/mPHyg_wJMM4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-20+at+AM+12.39.18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4184144067391319696</id><published>2010-04-19T21:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:24:19.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is A Miracle</title><content type='html'>Aside the lows of mass housecleaning (the aircon man and plumber came for a visit) and highs of my much-wanted pint of Erdinger over sunday lunch, I felt constantly reminded of God's goodness and grace over this weekend (and even now). With Claire and her newfound independence (or perhaps it was Auntie Ruth and her enticing stickers, yogurt, biscuits and what nots) with the other kids at Small Group (we have a growing kids group now), I had the opportunity to enjoy a tape sermon by Ps Edmund Chan. It was entitled 'Putting God in the Equation of Life'. I've probably never blogged much about Small Group, but it has always been the highlight of every tiring week, or should I say fortnight (we have it every alternative fridays - sometimes I do wish it was every week!). Often it closes my week with some perspective and re-aligns my thoughts and desires back to God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday made it more so thoughtful when we attended my uncle's (mother-sister-husband) father's funeral. I teared up a couple of times listening to the family's and guests' testimonials to the life of this old man who passed away. Even though I didn't know him, he looked like a lovely old man and was described by others to be a loving and fervent Christian. The short service made me think about how I wanted to be remembered (if I should 'return home'). On a side note and it may sound morbid thinking of it, I would like happy music played at mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And perhaps it always comes in threes, but as it was my turn to attend service (K was with Claire at Sunday School), I had the opportunity to enjoy Ps Alvin Chan's sermon on miracles. The one thing he said that struck and stuck was that 'it's not about changing our perspective, it was about having faith to believe that miracles do happen'. It may seem like a sermon meant for someone with a great need, but even for many of us who don't and we live blessed lives compared to others, it's then more about seeing God in every big and small area, recognizing them as miracles and giving thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While there seems to be so many messages that I think God was trying to through to me and my purpose in life at large, it's this action point I take away: I believe my life from God to be a miracle and this life to be a miracle to bless others as well. Help me Lord to everyday lose a little more of me and gain a little more of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take my life and let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Consecrated Lord to Thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take my moments and my days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let them flow in ceaseless praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let them flow in ceaseless praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4184144067391319696?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4184144067391319696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-is-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4184144067391319696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4184144067391319696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-is-miracle.html' title='My Life Is A Miracle'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3064786672779174088</id><published>2010-04-15T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:36:18.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherished Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8cIHa3f8bI/AAAAAAAABVI/9ZSZDGm_hBc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-15+at+PM+08.04.43.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8cIHa3f8bI/AAAAAAAABVI/9ZSZDGm_hBc/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-15+at+PM+08.04.43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460341996774224306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Part of My Day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grabbing A Quick Coffee With Jade &amp;amp; Minnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I count myself in nothing else so happy as &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in a soul rememb'ring my good friends &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- William Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3064786672779174088?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3064786672779174088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/cherished-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3064786672779174088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3064786672779174088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/cherished-moments.html' title='Cherished Moments'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8cIHa3f8bI/AAAAAAAABVI/9ZSZDGm_hBc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-15+at+PM+08.04.43.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3582625418989142459</id><published>2010-04-13T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:31:12.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly Love</title><content type='html'>I had only one thing on my mind the entire manic and stressful monday - how nice it would be to have a pint of my favourite beer. There was just a non-stop influx of work, so much so I barely had time to run out and grab lunch. Thank God for nice colleagues. Anyho being a monday, no one's as mad as I am to want a beer, so I could only dream of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be female, and a mama at that, but I'm not too taken with the usual wines (there are some I enjoy - I can drink the whole bottle) and definitely not with the hardcore liquor or mixes. To me, a good pint of beer on an especially hot day (and in my bikini on the beach) is the perfect touch to any long and tiring day. Maybe tomorrow? Any takers? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Top Three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8NIT_FIgdI/AAAAAAAABU4/AM128p5GGmw/s1600/Pictures3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459286681490850258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8NIT_FIgdI/AAAAAAAABU4/AM128p5GGmw/s320/Pictures3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Konig Ludwig Weissbier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Too bad I can't seem to find it on tap here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8NITtB0FUI/AAAAAAAABUw/ahGjrAmfAmU/s1600/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459286676645090626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8NITtB0FUI/AAAAAAAABUw/ahGjrAmfAmU/s320/Pictures1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erdinger White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8NIS1MvJrI/AAAAAAAABUo/rIL1Bu7w3RQ/s1600/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459286661658519218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8NIS1MvJrI/AAAAAAAABUo/rIL1Bu7w3RQ/s320/Pictures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella Artois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hick* I can dream, can't I? *hick*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3582625418989142459?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3582625418989142459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/bubbly-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3582625418989142459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3582625418989142459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/bubbly-love.html' title='Bubbly Love'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8NIT_FIgdI/AAAAAAAABU4/AM128p5GGmw/s72-c/Pictures3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8312958565804594977</id><published>2010-04-11T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:23:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leica: A Sight To Behold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8Gitn5-tNI/AAAAAAAABUg/YuyDrgKjdRA/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-11+at+PM+06.14.18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8Gitn5-tNI/AAAAAAAABUg/YuyDrgKjdRA/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-11+at+PM+06.14.18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458823128039732434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leica D-Lux 4: To buy or not to buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8312958565804594977?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8312958565804594977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/leica-sight-to-behold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8312958565804594977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8312958565804594977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/leica-sight-to-behold.html' title='Leica: A Sight To Behold'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8Gitn5-tNI/AAAAAAAABUg/YuyDrgKjdRA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-11+at+PM+06.14.18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4574451937949709970</id><published>2010-04-11T09:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:17:59.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>En Japanese Dining Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8Eo4A9IR3I/AAAAAAAABT4/fStcTA3HaPk/s400/en+logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458689166143932274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tops our list for best Japanese dining experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you love Japanese (and you're in Singapore), you would probably know of the En Bar. It's probably tops on our list when we think of Japanese food (especially fresh sashimi and sushi) and that's where we went last friday for date night. We just realized though that it's their 10th year in Singapore and maybe that's why they've been having a 50% of sashimi and sushi and 30% of drinks (including alcohol) during their 'Happy Hour' (before 8pm). That's besides the point though. We've always thought since more than 50% of their patrons were Japanese and it was tucked in a convenient spot at the ever popular Mohd Sultan Rd and had a great ambience and of course was perpetually crowded, it had to be great. But once you try some popular dishes, you'll understand why it's fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember the first time Emily (one of my good friends) introduced me to the place back in 2004 - when the Mohd Sultan area was still thriving with popular pubs and clubs. The En Bar was great because it opened till 3am (it still does). And it was great to be able to find a good dining spot after you've worked late into the night, in the office. Since then it was always the place to frequent, especially when I was hungry and looking for a nice place to hang out at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8EqRDxr2RI/AAAAAAAABUY/XsKBYLIsCsA/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-11+at+AM+09.35.56.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458690695909595410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beef Carpaccio - a hot favourite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and I had to have my usual Choya, on the rocks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8Eo4tr6qOI/AAAAAAAABUA/PTcqBJCviDw/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-10+at+AM+11.37.34.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458689178151332066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Papa and Mama on Date Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Claire was on a date with Grandma and Grandpa. :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8EqJ-wP95I/AAAAAAAABUQ/YbHt6uz7naM/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-11+at+AM+09.46.09.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458690574302312338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cozy Ambience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it out the next time you're around River Valley and looking for a nice dining place. Alternatively they do have a relatively 'newer' branch along Bukit Timah at Crown Centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See their &lt;a href="http://www.endiningbars.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; - they have other Japanese eatery types as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4574451937949709970?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4574451937949709970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/en-japanese-dining-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4574451937949709970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4574451937949709970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/en-japanese-dining-bar.html' title='En Japanese Dining Bar'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S8Eo4A9IR3I/AAAAAAAABT4/fStcTA3HaPk/s72-c/en+logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-6615058894944479312</id><published>2010-04-08T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:56:11.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cool Coconut</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S736QtqnY3I/AAAAAAAABTo/AqBX5LXAoMc/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-08+at+PM+11.44.45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457793488486097778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recent Addiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since ZDNet days, I've been ever so addicted to Coca Cola (and the original, non-diet version please. Diet and Zeros aren't the real thing.). It didn't help that the office fridge was always well stocked up with Coke (and Heineken). I don't remember a coffee machine. Hmmm. Anyho, of late I've been hooked onto something new - young coconut. I had heaps during my final month of pregnancy - apparently it aids labour, apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well now I'm back on it, most part because I found a fabulous coconut can drink. I think it hails from Thailand. Not the best looking drink can (in terms of design and name) but it's almost like the real thing! I've 6 cans in my fridge and I buy a can everyday from one of the drinks store at Maxwell market. Try it and let me know. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S736bqGVrKI/AAAAAAAABTw/_k1LW7_0CsA/s1600/icecoolcoconut.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S736bqGVrKI/AAAAAAAABTw/_k1LW7_0CsA/s1600/icecoolcoconut.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 160px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S736bqGVrKI/AAAAAAAABTw/_k1LW7_0CsA/s400/icecoolcoconut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457793676507196578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ice Cool Young Coconut Drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Available at NTUCs, SPC choices convenience store (the large can version is now $2.40 for 2) and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-6615058894944479312?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6615058894944479312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/ice-cool-coconut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6615058894944479312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6615058894944479312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/ice-cool-coconut.html' title='Ice Cool Coconut'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S736QtqnY3I/AAAAAAAABTo/AqBX5LXAoMc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-08+at+PM+11.44.45.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4246607978115255019</id><published>2010-04-07T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:08:34.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Was Just Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7vaLZ4fI5I/AAAAAAAABTY/7jdSS_wDOTg/s1600/mehubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7vaLZ4fI5I/AAAAAAAABTY/7jdSS_wDOTg/s320/mehubs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195262950712210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pre-preggers shot in Perth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was looking at old photos and thinking back on the good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two was great. Three's wonderful - don't get me wrong here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you know, Two was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4246607978115255019?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4246607978115255019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-it-was-just-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4246607978115255019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4246607978115255019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-it-was-just-two.html' title='When It Was Just Two'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7vaLZ4fI5I/AAAAAAAABTY/7jdSS_wDOTg/s72-c/mehubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-104258320431741934</id><published>2010-04-06T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:06:56.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you ever wonder at the end of each day if you would remember that day? I'm in one of those thoughtful moods. Nothing special about today and I would probably forget about it in a week's time - if not for the fact I'm going to sum it up in a blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day today: Woke up twice or so in the wee hours of the morning. Felt nauseous. Nope, not pregnant. Must be the crabs last night. I think a part of it was a little uncooked. Bah. Uncomfortable tummy. Woke up at 7.30am. Make-up and blah blah. Ran for the train. After 9am. Again. Busy morning checking on other people's work. Emails. Rushed for a newbiz meeting. Heard someone from the team quit. Lunch with the boss. Chat about people and work. Sigh. Thoughts of work and work and more work. Headed towards Orchard. Photocopied floor plans. Met 2 IDs, back to back. Hung around and bought some sushi. Bought fries for Claire. Waited for a lift - from trusty ol' dad. Got back. Hugged the sleepy one who just awoke from her nap. Gave her the fries - she hugged me again. Sat in front of the lappie. Answered more emails. Thoughts of work and work and more work. Chatted with mom and sis over dinner. Fed Claire. K was back late. Home at 9pm. K went running. Claire &amp;amp; I stoned in front of the tele. She told me she needed to 'putt putt'. Got her to do it on the toilet bowl. Yay for Claire! Showered. Milk. Claire sleeps. In front of the lappie again. Msn ex-boss for IRA8 form. Called to waive bank's late charges. I'm late. Again. Stone. Tummyache? Post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlight: Claire watches Handy Manny in the living area. I'm in the room watching a chinese drama. K's out running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama - Claire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No answer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama - Clairey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No answer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire - Eh. (pause) Ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama - What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire - Coming... (she runs to my room door) What Mama? *with a frown on her face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama - You watching TV? (ok... I asked a dumb question I know. What does the kid know anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire - Yesssssss (note. her irritation was visible. you could hear it in her tone and on her face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama - Oh. Ok. Sorry. Go watch and close the door behind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire - Bye Mama. (closes door)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was that my two year old talking to me? Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably forget this happened today. But isn't everyday a lovely day when you have someone special to come home to? Work can take care of itself. Tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-104258320431741934?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/104258320431741934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/104258320431741934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/104258320431741934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3238064806836044433</id><published>2010-04-05T22:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:10:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Up! Wallpapered Ceilings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6IWApoCI/AAAAAAAABS4/BNvzY8vrWvM/s320/ceiling+yellow+wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456667444790272034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Wallpapered Treatment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While combing the web for more home design ideas, I chanced across some gorgeous ceiling ideas. To begin with, I absolutely adore wallpaper. My home is filled with wallpapers - mostly from Laura Ashley; although I'm beginning to discover the many wonderful independent artists out there. It's amazing how art on the wall can transform a room, from being clean and simple to something reflecting the user's tastes and likes and becomes the talking point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I'm pretty banged on a predominantly white and mid century modern themed living space, I'm still trying to look for some lovely wallpaper to fill the other rooms up with. In this post in particular, filling up the 'fifth wall'. Now isn't that a brilliant idea! Ceilings are mostly if not always the most ignored space in every room but check out some of these photos, truly a - modified and here being wallpapered - designed ceiling changes and adds interest to that area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6QadXnaI/AAAAAAAABTI/Hb1v-3ul8QI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-05+at+PM+10.51.11.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6QadXnaI/AAAAAAAABTI/Hb1v-3ul8QI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-05+at+PM+10.51.11.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6QadXnaI/AAAAAAAABTI/Hb1v-3ul8QI/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-05+at+PM+10.51.11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456667583423421858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Graphic looks and stripes pops in the space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calming colors and prints add that bit of tranquility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6IDYbv8I/AAAAAAAABSw/hAZyarB3bX4/s320/ceiling+blackwhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456667439789752258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could laze and stare at the ceiling all day. It's like being in your own 'Sistine Chapel'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6I8NFajI/AAAAAAAABTA/0acQL_jTkgg/s1600/ceiling+tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6I8NFajI/AAAAAAAABTA/0acQL_jTkgg/s1600/ceiling+tent.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6I8NFajI/AAAAAAAABTA/0acQL_jTkgg/s320/ceiling+tent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456667455042972210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not exactly wallpaper here, but this tent-like form turns this family room into a fairytale land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I can have a bit of fun in Claire's new room and our new study. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;apologies&gt;&lt;/apologies&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;got&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3238064806836044433?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3238064806836044433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-up-wallpapered-ceilings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3238064806836044433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3238064806836044433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-up-wallpapered-ceilings.html' title='Look Up! Wallpapered Ceilings!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7n6IWApoCI/AAAAAAAABS4/BNvzY8vrWvM/s72-c/ceiling+yellow+wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5633436736880768783</id><published>2010-04-04T17:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:41:40.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday, Great Saturday                                   &amp; Happy Easter Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contributing talker/ 'writer': Claire Heidi Yeo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our Good Good Weekend in Photos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7hds1cFHVI/AAAAAAAABSo/6X4sXWlygLU/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-04+at+PM+05.34.25.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456213973399838034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you God for Good Friday - for dying on the cross for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This friday in particular was super good because I 'moved' to sleep on my 'bed' with good night bear, hello kitty and minnie mouse. And even though I knocked my head against the cupboard at 5am the first night and cried, that was the only time I got up in the wee hours. Best thing's Mama's happy I slept through the next 2 nights and all on my own. I drank my milk, Mama read me my 'Jesus' book and we prayed together, then I closed my eyes and hugged my bolster and went to sleep. Mama says I'm a good good girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7hdrNM8DEI/AAAAAAAABSQ/2LSVB1D9Bks/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-04+at+PM+05.19.28.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456213945419041858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to an interior designer's showroom on saturday afternoon. It was s-wank-ee. Mama says the man seems a bit 'beng' though. I loved the space and all the tables and chairs and running around with Papa's urm-brella. Oh and the 'meow meow' too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7hds1cFHVI/AAAAAAAABSo/6X4sXWlygLU/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-04+at+PM+05.34.25.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7hdsU01NmI/AAAAAAAABSg/H9XRA3LINOA/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-04+at+PM+05.30.04.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7hdsU01NmI/AAAAAAAABSg/H9XRA3LINOA/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-04+at+PM+05.30.04.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456213964645283426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me playing with Auntie Cheryl's camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated 3 birthdays this weekend. That's me in my pretty Baby Gap dress at Spruce during Uncle Andy's surprise birthday dinner. Mama spoilt the surprise because she was.. late. Again. It was also Auntie Cheryl's birthday (Mama went to District 9 for brunch with Auntie Cheryl's girlfriends) and cousin Christian's birthday. We celebrated cousin Christian's first birthday at Sol's cafe and it was fun because I got to play with balloons. There was a nice balloon uncle. Papa hates balloons. but I looooooooooooooove balloons! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7hdr4qr68I/AAAAAAAABSY/sKKO7edqr3o/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-04+at+PM+05.26.22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7hdr4qr68I/AAAAAAAABSY/sKKO7edqr3o/s320/Screen+shot+2010-04-04+at+PM+05.26.22.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456213957086538690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my Easter egg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Sunday School! Every sunday we get to sing and dance, listen to bible stories, do arts and craft and have snacks. And I get to meet my friends. This sunday (and every day this week) it rained and rained but it was still a happy sunday. Because it's Easter and we celebrate Jesus being alive! Hope everyone's as happy as I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Easter Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5633436736880768783?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5633436736880768783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday-great-saturday-happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5633436736880768783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5633436736880768783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday-great-saturday-happy-easter.html' title='Good Friday, Great Saturday                                   &amp; Happy Easter Sunday!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7hds1cFHVI/AAAAAAAABSo/6X4sXWlygLU/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-04+at+PM+05.34.25.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2187489662688406653</id><published>2010-03-29T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:08:35.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire &amp; Darren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7BdwOo2NII/AAAAAAAABSI/_RXNZn2nAGI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-03-28+at+PM+10.19.32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7BdwOo2NII/AAAAAAAABSI/_RXNZn2nAGI/s320/Screen+shot+2010-03-28+at+PM+10.19.32.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453962231890195586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our/Her Hairdresser, Not Boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally got this photo out from my mobile. Always takes me forever to load up photos from my phone and from my camera for that matter. But ain't this cute? Darren gave K and I a haircut and then Claire one when she got up from her nap. Here she is, keeping really still. Maybe she's intimidating with his funky tattoos or maybe just too mesmorizing with his cool looks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2187489662688406653?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2187489662688406653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/claire-darren.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2187489662688406653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2187489662688406653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/claire-darren.html' title='Claire &amp; Darren'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S7BdwOo2NII/AAAAAAAABSI/_RXNZn2nAGI/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-03-28+at+PM+10.19.32.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-6274197335620149814</id><published>2010-03-28T22:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:41:02.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stress Free Weekend &amp; Design Inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After a tiring week, I was glad the weekend came and with little plans too. I so needed some good rest. Work had been a non-stop whirlwind of activities. And it didn't help that the hubs went away on a work trip. But friday eventually came and K was back and we had our well-deserved date night - we went a little extravagant with dinner at our favourite restaurant Au Petit Salut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat was the usual springcleaning day - I finally threw out some shoes, including my much-loved Marc Jacobs black patent slingbacks (the sling broke and would be a pain to fix, one of those elastic types... sobs). We spent the evening with a nice dinner at our new favourite spot, Bangkok Jam (a very affordable thai fusion modern restaurant) down at Great World City. Claire was rewarded with a Hello Kitty balloon (small sized one this time) for being a good girl - she's been very obedient along the week - thank God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun's the usual church service. It was my turn to accompany Claire to Sunday School. And the rest of the day was casual; tim sum lunch at Ion, shop shop, furniture window shop, tea at Dempsey Dome, tabao dinner and slack. It was a pretty good weekend - for once not packed and we just enjoyed our own family time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm back to yet another whirlwind week of activities - I've a madcap few days of press briefings and conferences and meetings. Despite it being a short week. Or should I say because it's a short week. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well. Here's some photos of design inspirations from my furniture window shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S69rm33-PvI/AAAAAAAABSA/yuuDXyRMmMs/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-03-28+at+PM+10.22.50.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S69rm33-PvI/AAAAAAAABSA/yuuDXyRMmMs/s320/Screen+shot+2010-03-28+at+PM+10.22.50.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453695989346877170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this antique-looking dressing table. This would fit perfect in our new walk-in wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S69rlwC5yZI/AAAAAAAABRw/w1nkjxskp1U/s320/Screen+shot+2010-03-28+at+PM+10.15.37.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453695970065369490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Claire lounging on a lovely swing seat. Maybe we should have something like this in the balcony? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-6274197335620149814?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6274197335620149814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/stress-free-weekend-design-inspirations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6274197335620149814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6274197335620149814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/stress-free-weekend-design-inspirations.html' title='A Stress Free Weekend &amp; Design Inspirations'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S69rm33-PvI/AAAAAAAABSA/yuuDXyRMmMs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-03-28+at+PM+10.22.50.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-4371380574140747960</id><published>2010-03-24T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:13:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Dog &amp; Barbie Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6oZx0GhQKI/AAAAAAAABRo/I8w4QcznvdQ/s1600/sick-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6oZx0GhQKI/AAAAAAAABRo/I8w4QcznvdQ/s200/sick-dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452198642475679906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been feeling as sick as a dog. Now that I've written that, where did that expression come from? Anyway, it's going to take forever to feel better. Since the huge ulcer on my lower gum caused by a wisdom tooth that grew out and comfortable and so I thought and then the tooth extraction last friday, I feel like every part of my mouth's swollen. Exaggeration. But seriously the teeth don't seem to sit properly and they bite the sides of my mouth. Ouch and double ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two days ago I wore an old pair of shoes and got a blister as huge as a thumb print and last night I scratched my face (with my fingernails yes) and have got a cut as big as a button. Today I think I ate too oily a pack of chicken rice and had a bad bad tummyache and spent too many a moment in the toilet. Cry. So pray that expression doesn't make sense and I'll get better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6oVgT9_tgI/AAAAAAAABRg/o4cHFgUlYcs/s320/Barbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452193943745705474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And about the Barbie Dolls bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't find a picture of one with its head off its neck. But that what's been happening. Claire's into barbie dolls and I think pulling her head off. Nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-4371380574140747960?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4371380574140747960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick-dog-barbie-dolls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4371380574140747960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/4371380574140747960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick-dog-barbie-dolls.html' title='Sick Dog &amp; Barbie Dolls'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6oZx0GhQKI/AAAAAAAABRo/I8w4QcznvdQ/s72-c/sick-dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-6419803302396172195</id><published>2010-03-23T18:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:42:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wishbone Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6ia7TVRICI/AAAAAAAABRE/rK9UEj2O8m4/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-03-23+at+PM+06.40.57.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6ia7TVRICI/AAAAAAAABRE/rK9UEj2O8m4/s320/Screen+shot+2010-03-23+at+PM+06.40.57.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451777692524421154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello. I saw you in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS. Hubs, would she and 5 of her look perfect in our new dining space? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.danishdesignstore.com/products/ch24-wishbone-chair-solid-ash-by-hans-wegner-1"&gt;Wishbone&lt;/a&gt; by Danish designer Hans Wegner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-6419803302396172195?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6419803302396172195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/wishbone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6419803302396172195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6419803302396172195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/wishbone.html' title='The Wishbone Chair'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6ia7TVRICI/AAAAAAAABRE/rK9UEj2O8m4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-03-23+at+PM+06.40.57.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7388513374119505806</id><published>2010-03-22T16:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:54:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Therapy &amp; Good Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a mad cap week or so and while I'm glad it's over, the next week or so ain't looking all sunshine and flowers and pretty stuff either. Gist of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week: HMFD. School closed. Entertain Claire. Claire sick. Not sure if it was HFMD or viral or what. Not bothered about the reason. Woke up every two hours to sponge down her super high fever - 39.4. Busy with house admin. Busy with bankers. Busy with work. Birthday celebrations and more birthday celebrations. March has nine - that's just family. Oh. and PMS. mouth ulcers. Tooth extraction. PMS. Foot blisters. PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week: K's off to KL. Just me and my Clairey. Work and more work. Need to make time for fleurs. Thank God it's back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My happy times last and this week though, has been dreaming up our new home. Should have been an architect, interior designer, one of those creative guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6cnx2dmOEI/AAAAAAAABQc/ETYmaau3ujg/s400/Screen+shot+2010-03-22+at+PM+04.06.42.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451369611342002242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drawing out floor plans &amp;amp; dreaming out the new home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6coJY_yt5I/AAAAAAAABQs/XQkpZEAasmI/s1600-h/walk+in+wardrobe+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6coJY_yt5I/AAAAAAAABQs/XQkpZEAasmI/s320/walk+in+wardrobe+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451370015749224338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's one of the sub-dreams. Pretty sweet eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7388513374119505806?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7388513374119505806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/apartment-therapy-good-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7388513374119505806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7388513374119505806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/apartment-therapy-good-cheer.html' title='Apartment Therapy &amp; Good Cheer'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S6cnx2dmOEI/AAAAAAAABQc/ETYmaau3ujg/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-03-22+at+PM+04.06.42.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7966732064181546560</id><published>2010-03-14T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:30:18.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopard New Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S5zh9EmFJ-I/AAAAAAAABQM/-0FTJGiy-w4/s1600-h/Chopard+Mille+Maglia+GMT+1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S5zh9EmFJ-I/AAAAAAAABQM/-0FTJGiy-w4/s320/Chopard+Mille+Maglia+GMT+1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448478088533190626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chopard 1000 Mille Miglia GMT (Limited Edition)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I splurged on myself last week. One of four in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to leave the credit cards at home... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7966732064181546560?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7966732064181546560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/chopard-new-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7966732064181546560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7966732064181546560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/chopard-new-love.html' title='Chopard New Love'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S5zh9EmFJ-I/AAAAAAAABQM/-0FTJGiy-w4/s72-c/Chopard+Mille+Maglia+GMT+1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3170400475044707116</id><published>2010-03-13T13:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:19:55.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous Greens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S5suZpsnpiI/AAAAAAAABQE/MF_-fFOZw38/s1600-h/Greenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S5suZpsnpiI/AAAAAAAABQE/MF_-fFOZw38/s320/Greenery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447999192459355682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foliage &amp;amp; Trees: Oh what serenity and calm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've finally sold our Holland Village place and on our way to making Queensway our new home (yes we bought that place and at a brilliant price!). The process I must say was rather stressful - anticipation of the valuation, conflicts among housing agents and struggling and managing and yet enticing the potential buyers. We ended up with a very lovely buyer (a single lady) who offered a pretty good cash-over-valuation and who was willing to let us stay in our home till we're ready to move. Thank God. In the midst of it, we had to deal with some nasties - a not-too-experienced agent, some ridiculous demands from buyers and upset co-broke agents (we spent an hour talking to one who was rather disgruntled after we signed the papers). Now just pray for smooth transactions, approval from HDB and the banks, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now you understand the two-week silence. Open houses, coupled with work (that deserves a post on its own) and fleurs and freelance and family... I'm pretty tired out. And may I add, I'm working over the weekend to complete a proposal for a newbiz pitch tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the meantime, I'm just taking pleasure in flipping through interior magazines and getting design ideas off the web. And just as a preview, our lovely Queensway place looks out into greenery - the trees and foliage are literally within reach. And from almost every window in the house. Not as perfect as the photo above, but you get about the same feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3170400475044707116?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3170400475044707116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/gorgeous-greens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3170400475044707116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3170400475044707116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/gorgeous-greens.html' title='Gorgeous Greens'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S5suZpsnpiI/AAAAAAAABQE/MF_-fFOZw38/s72-c/Greenery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7550334440394672544</id><published>2010-03-01T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:06:48.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the radio silence. A few friends have complained that the silence has been deafening and while I have a backlog of things to blog about like CNY and parties and gatherings and a whole heap of other stuff that's been flooding my mind of late, I thought I'ld post something about today - 1 March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entitled the post as 'The Day I' because one, I start work officially at a new PR agency, today 1 March. It's a job that's heaven sent primarily because it's one that I can work part time at and at such a wonderful job package too. The office is a dream and my boss seems to be pretty nice or better yet, I think she likes me, like heaps. :) Maybe it helped that I might be able to bring in some newbiz - but then again that came after she hired me. So great vibes all round. Exciting! It's like the first day of school... I've my lovely new Jimmy Choos waiting by the day already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other pretty big thing is a potential new home. The property market has been hot and oh so hot, and while it does seem to be cooling down somewhat and we should perhaps be waiting it out, I think we've found a relatively well-valued (or should I say lower valued) home in a rather prime location. Best thing about this apartment is almost 80% of the view, all round, is greenery. Trees and foliage just outside most windows (agent says birds and squirrels too!). The only stressful thing is the 'bidding' game. And while I like the place (the hubs likes it probably a little less than I do..), I'm not sure how much we ought to place on this new flat. Oh, and of course there's the concern over renovations (mom just estimated a good 80K - yikes!) and how much we can get from the sale of our existing place. Nevertheless we'll be viewing it for the second time today - 1 March - and we might just place a bid. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned folks. I'll keep you guys updated on 'The Day I...' :) Time for bed! I report for work in approx. 8 hours' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy Birthday to my not-so-little sister Jacq! Have a wonderful wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7550334440394672544?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7550334440394672544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7550334440394672544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7550334440394672544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-i.html' title='The Day I'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2188585261428008131</id><published>2010-02-10T09:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:30:57.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prada Prada Choo Choo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S3IURkcbvcI/AAAAAAAABOw/018XipDpLG0/s1600-h/prada-spring2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436429992262876610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S3IURkcbvcI/AAAAAAAABOw/018XipDpLG0/s320/prada-spring2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prada's 2010 Spring Ad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know what they say about retail therapy and it's absolutely true! But my recent buys totally mended my broken heart - at least for now. My reasoning to the hubs: 'well that's my birthday present to myself!' And before you start to think I spent heaps these few days, let me just say I've spent only but a decent amount on a gorgeous Prada Craquele leather long wallet (love the material) and a highly discounted price on a Jimmy Choo pair of black patent peep-toe shoes (bought it online and I can't wait for it to come in!). Was ding dong-ing between that and a pair of Sigerson Morrisons flats from &lt;a href="http://www.outnet.com/"&gt;Outnet&lt;/a&gt; (currently 50% off and I guess I'll jump at it if and when there's an even greater discount).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS. Thanks for your kind words - I was totally in a wretched state over my birthday weekend and since everyone's been asking, well the gist of it was that I was disappointed at how I was stood up by a close gf and that another was away and more. Heart wrenching. Yes, I think I cried my saturday away. Lessons learnt about expectations and assumptions. But it wasn't all that bad, my little family spent time at the Fairmont for the weekend and I'm mostly happy I got a tan, and in time for Chinese New Year too. And of course my Prada Prada Choo Choosss! :D &lt;photos&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S3IURNJDfeI/AAAAAAAABOo/oyQyCDrk_G0/s1600-h/jimmy-choo-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436429986007580130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S3IURNJDfeI/AAAAAAAABOo/oyQyCDrk_G0/s320/jimmy-choo-ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who doesn't love Jimmy Choo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2188585261428008131?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2188585261428008131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/02/prada-prada-choo-choo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2188585261428008131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2188585261428008131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/02/prada-prada-choo-choo.html' title='Prada Prada Choo Choo!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S3IURkcbvcI/AAAAAAAABOw/018XipDpLG0/s72-c/prada-spring2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8800037103978275138</id><published>2010-02-07T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:35:40.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Older</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to pen down how I'm feeling on the morning that I turn 31 and honestly I don't feel any different or special about the day. It feels like another ordinary day. I've always made a big deal out of birthdays and always thought it's a special day but over the years I've realised how birthdays have risen my expectations about people and friends around and how a birthday should really just be my own to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire yesterday feeling miserable - major arguments and major disappointments. This morning, I feel tired and my mind is a blank. But today is a Sunday and I know the best thing I can do is just give it all to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turn not older with years, but newer every day - Emily Dickinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8800037103978275138?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8800037103978275138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-year-older.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8800037103978275138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8800037103978275138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-year-older.html' title='Another Year Older'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-205558642409209632</id><published>2010-02-05T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:53:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To The PR Thang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434708350594522482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S2v2c1cJHXI/AAAAAAAABOQ/t9T7feE4mV4/s320/Feb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Managing the Media Event for the new TripleOne Somerset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a busy crazy day, running around in my high heels at the spa's new outlet and ended up with an outburst of blisters on my feet. Pretty much the norm when you're trying to work and look pretty at the same time. It was a full day of managing the media and customer event for the spa's opening and making sure everything planned fell into place. Best part: satisfaction in the media turnout and delight in that it went smooth and that it's finally over! Worst part: having a forced smile on my face for everyone from the media to the celebs to the customers to of course the bosses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nevertheless, this is my last event for the spa and I'll be moving to bigger and better things. It's been a wonderful slightly over one and a half years with them and I would like to think other than having had a wonderful work arrangement whereby I could care almost 100% for Claire, I have much better skin as well. Thanks to the miracle of SK-II, but of course. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stay tuned for the next PR thang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-205558642409209632?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/205558642409209632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-pr-thang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/205558642409209632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/205558642409209632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-pr-thang.html' title='Back To The PR Thang'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S2v2c1cJHXI/AAAAAAAABOQ/t9T7feE4mV4/s72-c/Feb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-9016233891270074820</id><published>2010-02-01T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:32:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang Din't You Ask For It!</title><content type='html'>It's a week to 31 and this week is going to be a massively busy week for me. I'm staring at the calendar, hoping this week would fly pass quickly so I can get to next Sunday when I should be suntanning by the pool (fingers crossed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening? Well, the spa's opening a new outlet and there's enough things to keep my hands tied. And for some reason business has been overwhelming great on Etsy - ok, probably due to the recent publicity in the magazines. But I've been also exploring a professional photoshoot and website - so it's been talks and more talks with the relevant people including fashion and bridal designers and ongoing brainstorms. And of course little bits of freelance work here and there and exploring more work with people in the PR business. That with thinking about my next solo offering in church (I'm running out of scores!) and making sure there's time out for Claire, I think I'm drowning. Sigh. And the thing is... dang. I asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head in despair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-9016233891270074820?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/9016233891270074820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/02/dang-dint-you-ask-for-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/9016233891270074820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/9016233891270074820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/02/dang-dint-you-ask-for-it.html' title='Dang Din&apos;t You Ask For It!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5985873787730832106</id><published>2010-01-29T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:21:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Baby! Oh-So-Chic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S2JSc8YSqXI/AAAAAAAABOI/1iCDGXDWVpc/s1600-h/Jan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431994757760067954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S2JSc8YSqXI/AAAAAAAABOI/1iCDGXDWVpc/s320/Jan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snapped a shot of Claire this morning when we were on the way to her school's Chinese New Year party. Doesn't she look fabulous and chic-alicious in her new cheongsum? Bought this last week from Blossom and I'm so pleased with it (such good taste Mama... hehe)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Wait till you see her other cheongsum! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5985873787730832106?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5985873787730832106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-baby-oh-so-chic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5985873787730832106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5985873787730832106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-baby-oh-so-chic.html' title='Baby Baby! Oh-So-Chic!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S2JSc8YSqXI/AAAAAAAABOI/1iCDGXDWVpc/s72-c/Jan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-1797089184249203820</id><published>2010-01-26T19:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:10:31.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's Smashing Kitty Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S17d1WJlyuI/AAAAAAAABN4/uXuJaDXbs14/s1600-h/Claire%27s+2nd+Birthday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431022109204007650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S17d1WJlyuI/AAAAAAAABN4/uXuJaDXbs14/s320/Claire%27s+2nd+Birthday6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her fabulous Hello Kitty face cake from Mezza9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As always, the Party Planner or should I say Party Mama goes all out in creating the perfect birthday bash for the little one. But now that Claire's 2, and she totally understands that it's her special day (don't know if she knows what a birthday really is), I'm not the only one who takes delight in all the little things which makes a party swell. Grin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it was pretty simple this time round, I asked her what theme she wanted (not that she knows what a theme is) 'Little Einsteins, Mickey Mouse or Hello Kitty'. And she pretty quickly shouted 'Kitty'! And working from there was a piece of cake (for Party Mama). Literally it was the cake (and to all mums who don't mind a little splurge - Mezza9's fab - the beautiful 2kg cake cost us just under $140) and putting Kitty and Pink into the various elements and program. From Kitty Stickers and Tattoos and hand painting when the kids stepped through the door, to putting Kitty's face together (all handcut - the face, the nose, eyes, ribbon, whiskers) for Arts and Craft, to the goodie bags (okay Mummies, I had a fabulous deal on the Hello Kitty bottle! Grin), everything was to be an overdose of pink and kitty. But other than that, it just takes other simple elements to tickle little tods - Song and Dance, Food and more Food (Mac fries always works!) and balloons and toys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To everyone who helped out (especially my sisters and cousin) - BIG HUGS AND THANKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To everyone who wore pink and came - HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOURSELVES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HERE'S TO MORE YEARS OF PARTIES (by PARTY MAMA!) hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Photos to enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431004768828294306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S17OEAN2hKI/AAAAAAAABNQ/P05LasJbOw4/s400/Claire%27s+2nd+Birthday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun on her Actual Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had heaps of fun sharing a birthday cake (from the favourite Awfully Chocolate) with kids at school and spending the day doing fun things like going to MacDonalds!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We wanted to go to the zoo or cycling but it rained out on us. So the big treat for us all was durians.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431004784077838754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S17OE5BoGaI/AAAAAAAABNY/J6euojGtqdQ/s400/Claire%27s+2nd+Birthday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Her Kitty Birthday Bash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though about half our guests bummed out at the last minute, the party was perfect with about 10 kids. Hope everyone enjoyed the activities and the Pink and Kitty fun!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431004793432858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S17OFb4CYPI/AAAAAAAABNg/EVkRcdn29xE/s400/Claire%27s+2nd+Birthday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday Claire! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431021674134042066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S17dcBY09dI/AAAAAAAABNw/8DW0GBn1aPU/s320/Claire%27s+2nd+Birthday4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Papa, Mama and Clairey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-1797089184249203820?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1797089184249203820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/claires-smashing-kitty-party.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1797089184249203820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/1797089184249203820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/claires-smashing-kitty-party.html' title='Claire&apos;s Smashing Kitty Party!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S17d1WJlyuI/AAAAAAAABN4/uXuJaDXbs14/s72-c/Claire%27s+2nd+Birthday6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-121016757879891467</id><published>2010-01-21T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:25:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Clairey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S1bDw644_8I/AAAAAAAABNA/7yLKR7KCLtI/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+1202010+44733+PM.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428741646050721730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S1bDw644_8I/AAAAAAAABNA/7yLKR7KCLtI/s400/Fullscreen+capture+1202010+44733+PM.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Featured online in Playhouse Disney's Birthday Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. Thanks Jarieul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh how she has grown! I love looking back at all her photos, the hundreds taken in her mere two years and it's amazing how this little bundle of joy has impacted me and K. There's just too many things to write about and too many things to give thanks for and too many things to describe about her. And just to sum it all (because you'll probably read all my 'oohs and aahs' and 'moans and groans'), this post is dedicated to my sweet Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my beautiful daughter, thank you for coming into our lives and bringing us so much love, joy and laughter. Each day is unique and special and I am thankful to have spent every single day in the past 2 years with you. Thank you for brightening up our lives and making us truly one small happy family. May the Lord always put abundant joy in your heart and sweet innocence in your soul and may you always smile at the little things this world brings - the sun, the birds and your favourite little kitty cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama and Papa love you very very very very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-121016757879891467?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/121016757879891467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2nd-birthday-clairey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/121016757879891467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/121016757879891467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2nd-birthday-clairey.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Clairey!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S1bDw644_8I/AAAAAAAABNA/7yLKR7KCLtI/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+1202010+44733+PM.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8199534869045968754</id><published>2010-01-20T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:46:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sick &amp; Busy Mama</title><content type='html'>It's been tough days taking care of a sick kid and being sick. Think she got it from school. Anyhow, it's not that she's terrible being sick, it's more that I'm less apt to take care of the hyperactive one. And I thought when they're sick, they're supposedly more tired out from the day's activities. Oh well, guess it's a good thing. As I type, I'm still feeling sick - all clogged up, my nose, my throat, my ears. And what doesn't help is that K's at reservist - for this week it makes my mornings of rushing to bring Claire to school worse. Top that with work and fleurs and preparing for Claire's birthday party this saturday... Groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out many days of blogging and thought I update with some photos. This month it's birthdays galore - kiddy birthdays. And amidst all the busyness, I'm glad I caught up with some old school friends, especially dear Em who's back from (and now returned to) Sydney for a short work trip. We met up twice too, over drinks and lunch with some others. Had such a good times. Wish they last longer! Here are the pixs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428738114506469410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S1bAjW3IMCI/AAAAAAAABMw/Y5ABF_KXpio/s400/20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday lunch at Spruce with old friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428738105039436338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S1bAizmAujI/AAAAAAAABMo/0oLMYoQDcGg/s400/20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At Emily (Vikki's daugher) 2nd Birthday Party&lt;span&gt;at Fidgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Best part was seeing all my ex-colleagues and their kids. PS. We (and their wives) were preggers at the same time, and all girls. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428738127479215458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S1bAkHMElWI/AAAAAAAABM4/DaRcxGatofM/s400/20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isabel (Pauleen's daughter) 2nd Birthday Party at home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our future SC girls in the making.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8199534869045968754?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8199534869045968754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-busy-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8199534869045968754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8199534869045968754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-busy-mama.html' title='The Sick &amp; Busy Mama'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S1bAjW3IMCI/AAAAAAAABMw/Y5ABF_KXpio/s72-c/20102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-858163182314236743</id><published>2010-01-11T09:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:48:32.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know What I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0qRRagqjtI/AAAAAAAABL4/4ur3MxoplNc/s1600-h/mummy1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425308429481316050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0qRRagqjtI/AAAAAAAABL4/4ur3MxoplNc/s320/mummy1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0qGxfKQSVI/AAAAAAAABLw/cU_uhonoJlU/s1600-h/mummy1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I woke up with a smile on my face because it's a beautiful morning - the sun's out and for some reason the sky looks exceptionally blue and the trees have a glorious shade of green. More so, I'm a little settled in terms of what I want to do with myself. Hence the title of my post. A while back I wrote that I made plans for Claire in terms of school and all but I never quite talked about myself. Well I had been in two minds whether to go back to full-time work or to work part-time - of course it all depends on opportunities available to me. No option of becoming a tai-tai, I still love to earn my keep and spend my keep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some full-time job opportunities that came my way (in the last week or so) and one of these proved to be excellent in advancing my career - regional work, travel and a not-too-bad pay package. And while my parents and K were very encouraging about it, I had to ask myself about what would make me most happy, at least for now (and in the short time future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last week with a really early morning schedule. The days started as early as 7am and walking Claire to her school and then going back to my mom's to work or zipping off to somewhere for a meeting. By 12-ish, I rushed back to get Claire and spent most of the afternoon with her, napping or watching her play and still managed to get a little work done. And while the days were tiring and I had to adjust my schedule so as to become the early riser I'd never thought I would be, it was rather enjoyable. There were times with Claire and thanks to school (and nap times), there were times for me (and work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it dawned on me. Since I have the priviledge of working from home, freelancing and all, and maintain some form of stable income, why do I want to consider a full-time job? More so, since I'm not career-driven. A full-time working mother friend once told me to consider what should become of me when my kids don't 'need' me and they get busy with their own lives (when they're 16 and older I guess). Well, to that I'ld answer... What if I don't live till that long? Maybe I should make everyday count and count for me, instead of constantly thinking and planning for the future. And strangely enough, despite dealing with 'terrible two' syndromes and juggling all the things in my life and feeling perpetually tired, I think I love being a mom more than anything in the whole world. (PS. K, I know you read this and I love being a wife too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I type this, I'm looking out of the window, beyond the computer screen, and there's a bird chirping on the branch of the nearby tree and the breeze that's coming in feels so cool. Life should be about simplicity, easy simple pleasure and joys don't you think? God will take care of everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-858163182314236743?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/858163182314236743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/858163182314236743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/858163182314236743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-what-i-want.html' title='I Know What I Want'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0qRRagqjtI/AAAAAAAABL4/4ur3MxoplNc/s72-c/mummy1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-9215348872841248891</id><published>2010-01-05T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:20:47.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Big Steps</title><content type='html'>These first days of the new year have been big steps for Claire (and Mama), into new places and meeting new faces and marks a significant milestone in her life - School. Last sunday, we decided that she should attend Little Lambs (Sunday School) in church. K and I are looking to turn terms to accompany her (while the other attends service proper) and my 'duty' was up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday School was very much as I expected it to be, although it was adorable to see so many little kids (from 1+ up to 7) sitting and standing together and singing praise songs (by many, it must have been some 50 kids or more!). The group further splits up and Claire (and Mama) moves to another classrooms for the Little Lambs session (that's what they call them), where they had some arts &amp;amp; crafts, story-telling, etc. Both Claire and Mama made some new and old friends. It was a very good change from our usual sundays in the cry room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was yet another big step - Claire had her first day at Learning Vine (a playgroup/childcare centre just 5 mins' from my mom's). For those who don't know, she's a Jan baby and turning 2 in about 2 weeks' time. Which means it'll be another year before she attends Barker Road Methodist Kindergarden. And in efforts to accelerate her learning and to give me time to myself and work, we decided to have her attend playschool everyday for a minimum of 4 hours. And this was totally different from Julia Gabriel because it's unaccompanied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out pretty tough. I had planned to have her there for 2 hours (at least at the start) and she couldn't 'let go' of me for the first hour, even though I was in sight. It was pretty heartwrenching to hear her cry 'Mama.. come' a couple of times and many a moment I felt a tear welling. I quietly disappeared for the next hour when she got distracted. Later I found out she cried on and off looking for me and cried herself to sleep. My poor baby. Today, it was a lot better - I decided to leave after 15 mins and asked her to give me a hug and kiss and told her that I would be back to get her in a bit. As expected, she cried and was carrying away by the teacher and I walked away telling myself, all's fine, just take a deep breath and trust God. Thank God for a super nice principal who kept smsing me what she was doing - she managed well and got all smiley playing on the swing and with the sand. And when I went back to get her after 2 hours, she was happily eating her lunch and elated to see me. My heart soared and I could feel myself beam with pride. That was the best time of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big steps... definitely big steps. For the two of us. Papa too - cos he has to drive us every morning (then drive to work). While it's playgroup - where the kids mostly play, I believe it's a time for Claire to learn some independence and pick up more basic and social skills (cleaning up after herself, sharing and living with other kids and all). And I have a feeling she'll pick up a bit of Chinese soon (she sticks to the Chinese teacher). Grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF6dAZAlI/AAAAAAAABLY/Q0igFDOCl8g/s1600-h/Claire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423114509316850258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF6dAZAlI/AAAAAAAABLY/Q0igFDOCl8g/s320/Claire1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to bible stories at Little Lambs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note: She's the eager beaver in the front!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF51_AXzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/g-_H8jnPaiE/s1600-h/Claire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423114498842058546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF51_AXzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/g-_H8jnPaiE/s320/Claire2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 1: Getting used to seeing (and mingling) other kids at breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF5ax13eI/AAAAAAAABLI/QCMp9A0tgVQ/s1600-h/Claire3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423114491539086818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF5ax13eI/AAAAAAAABLI/QCMp9A0tgVQ/s320/Claire3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2: Happily showing me the toys when I came to get her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF5I8VNMI/AAAAAAAABLA/FrDK2oQv3sE/s1600-h/Claire4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423114486751245506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF5I8VNMI/AAAAAAAABLA/FrDK2oQv3sE/s320/Claire4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Big Little Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-9215348872841248891?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/9215348872841248891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-big-steps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/9215348872841248891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/9215348872841248891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-big-steps.html' title='Taking Big Steps'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/S0LF6dAZAlI/AAAAAAAABLY/Q0igFDOCl8g/s72-c/Claire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2581155152273122152</id><published>2010-01-03T02:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:42:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Ain't No Early Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abeautifulrevolution.com/blog/2009/08/the-ea.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422213249124868626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sz-SONKBIhI/AAAAAAAABK4/d2wSHumugec/s320/Early+Bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There has to be some truth in that! Found this illustration while trying to google a pix to go with my thoughts on being an early riser (and early sleeper... obviously). Note: this is not a New Year's resolution, rather I'll be forced into such a situation since Claire will be attending school/childcare in two days' time. Signed her up for a full day session, although I hope to have her there for no more than half a day or 4 hours thereabouts. The price wasn't too much of a difference anyway, and you never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyhow, it's 2.31am and I tweet "Hello... Why am I still awake?". Dumb question. I'm just too used to be a night owl. Wonder if owls are awake in the day. Wait. Let me google that. Hmm... most webbies just say they sleep in the day. If somebody has an answer to that, please let me know. I'm just zoning and ghost-typing and wondering am I ever going to make it through the first few days of school when I have to get up by 7am. Zzzzz. Oh the thought of that. And I'm supposed to get my butt to the 9.30am service in church tomorrow. Cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Going to take a warm shower and lie in bed and count sheep now. 2.34... 2.35am... Nitezz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Click on pix for credits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2581155152273122152?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2581155152273122152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-aint-no-early-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2581155152273122152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2581155152273122152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-aint-no-early-bird.html' title='Me Ain&apos;t No Early Bird'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sz-SONKBIhI/AAAAAAAABK4/d2wSHumugec/s72-c/Early+Bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7108458376662682953</id><published>2010-01-01T09:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:28:49.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>It's a brand new year and a time for reflections and resolutions. I spent a small part of yesterday thinking about what I want to do and accomplish in the New Year and while I'm only starting to think about the year that has passed and thanksgiving, it's not difficult because it was a bumpercrop year of blessings. We spent the start of the New Year praying as a family, in bed and in the dark - Claire was only too excited to then give us hugs and kisses and wish 'Happy New Year'. (This was after a fabulous dinner with friends at Valentino's and an attempt to sit in at Toa Payoh Methodist Church - Dad's church for the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this first morn of the new year, this post will be dedicated to personal 2009 thanksgiving and looking ahead for 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been good, as He has always been! K was blessed with a wonderful new job and is favored by bosses and colleagues. His job has been a blessing to the family as well (just what I've always been praying for) - other than providing for us monetarily, his stable hours allow him to be home and with Claire and I way more than his previous job (not that that wasn't good!). We've been blessed with a wonderful and loving daughter. Thank God for how she has grown and developed into a joyful, sensitive and chatty little person. As a mother, I've been blessed to see these changes every day of the past year (and more). The past year was a year of stable work, freelance opportunities and even the chance to start a craft business and to be blessed to do it all while taking care of Claire myself. Truly God has been good to us as a family, in so many ways - financially, health-wise and even putting great friends and family to encourage and bless us along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010, God will still be Lord of our home and he will be our Jehovah Rohi, our Jehovah Jireh and our Jehovah Shammah. For me as a child of God, a wife, a mother and a daughter, I hope to improve myself in each role I've been given and to still achieve some personal resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Child of God: To continue to serve Him through song and praise and to find other avenues to bless others.&lt;br /&gt;*Wife: To dedicate more time to our marriage-life that we may grow more loving as we grow older and be less consumed by daily activities. Date night is in order once a fortnight!&lt;br /&gt;*Mother: To be more loving and patient in teaching and moulding Claire and to continue to prioritise her amidst work and other demands&lt;br /&gt;*Daughter: To be more fillial and loving as a daughter and daughter-in-law (this one's the toughest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my own self:&lt;br /&gt;- To come to terms about work (part-time, full-time or freelance) and career planning&lt;br /&gt;(I've been struggling in such decisions because I'm torn between what's best for Claire and what's best for Me)&lt;br /&gt;- To (finally) get my driving license!&lt;br /&gt;- To expand Fleurette - a website, photoshoots and consignment in stores (as well as assistance in production)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I want to see more of God in my, our lives and see His hand in every area. God, take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sz1SgR-Go0I/AAAAAAAABJw/chrsF0euO0k/s1600-h/SweetNothings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421580240957121346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sz1SgR-Go0I/AAAAAAAABJw/chrsF0euO0k/s400/SweetNothings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's to 2010 and may our everyday be the happiest days on earth for us all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7108458376662682953?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7108458376662682953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7108458376662682953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7108458376662682953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sz1SgR-Go0I/AAAAAAAABJw/chrsF0euO0k/s72-c/SweetNothings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7854370065295491657</id><published>2009-12-31T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:16:35.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day Road Trip to Malacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent Boxing Day and the next two days up in Malacca and with our favourite Uncle Ash and Auntie Eve. Yes, the one who cuts my hair and the one who rides a Harley. Not very Uncle-ish and Auntie-ish, especially for folks their age. Grin. This was our Xth time up to Malacca - home to famous chicken rice balls and other fave foods. I've lost track of the number but we seem to go up there twice a year (at least for the past 3 years)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round it's the same fun stuff - great food, cheap buys and a wicked time with my favourite people. I'll let the pictures tell the sweet story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHlIm2z7I/AAAAAAAABJg/cu9YUj6Ih1s/s1600-h/Malacca+26-28+Dec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421075648505892786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHlIm2z7I/AAAAAAAABJg/cu9YUj6Ih1s/s400/Malacca+26-28+Dec1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sights and sounds of Malacca - old coffee shops, tin foil shophouses, the famous Jonker Street and little things that depict the old town's charm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHkqFgZMI/AAAAAAAABJY/8J0LvmSgk2M/s1600-h/Malacca+26-28+Dec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421075640312947906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHkqFgZMI/AAAAAAAABJY/8J0LvmSgk2M/s400/Malacca+26-28+Dec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food - nothing short of greatness. Here's shots of some including wan tan mee (K's favourite), laksa, durian chendol... and I missed out the other stuff we ate - chicken rice and rice balls, many many crabs. We didn't eat Peranakan food this time round though. Dang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHkP8zMHI/AAAAAAAABJQ/DUQSeOJWzRw/s1600-h/Malacca+26-28+Dec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421075633297109106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHkP8zMHI/AAAAAAAABJQ/DUQSeOJWzRw/s400/Malacca+26-28+Dec2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My hip auntie and my ever-so-charming young looking uncle!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHjynGrYI/AAAAAAAABJI/pHpikNXKpZU/s1600-h/Malacca+26-28+Dec3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421075625421483394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHjynGrYI/AAAAAAAABJI/pHpikNXKpZU/s400/Malacca+26-28+Dec3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us - the goofy couple.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHjR2a_cI/AAAAAAAABJA/6z0oLWxxZQw/s1600-h/Malacca+26-28+Dec4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421075616627359170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHjR2a_cI/AAAAAAAABJA/6z0oLWxxZQw/s400/Malacca+26-28+Dec4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And snapshots of our cheeky baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7854370065295491657?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7854370065295491657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/boxing-day-road-trip-to-malacca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7854370065295491657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7854370065295491657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/boxing-day-road-trip-to-malacca.html' title='Boxing Day Road Trip to Malacca'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzuHlIm2z7I/AAAAAAAABJg/cu9YUj6Ih1s/s72-c/Malacca+26-28+Dec1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5726214258273452000</id><published>2009-12-29T16:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:51:52.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime - It's all About Love and Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Christmas because there's a special feeling in the air. Even though it doesn't snow (somehow I associate Christmas with snow...) and sometimes some days in December can be blazing hot, it's still the most wonderful time of the year. The Christmassy music helps too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since young, it's always be family gatherings, sweet carolling, fun times with friends and of recent years, outreach to the needy. This Christmas it's been the same, we've had lunches and dinners with various groups of friends from the days leading up to the 25th. The weekend before was spent with the small group and preparing and reaching out to COH (Christian Outreach to the Handicapped) and of course the mad rush to buy presents. The eve was largely in the kitchen cooking and preparing for our family dinner and party and the day itself was church morning service and more family gatherings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's usually the busiest at Christmastime - buying, wrapping presents, whipping up my specials (Shepherd's Pie &amp;amp; Salads), carolling and outreach and just the rush from one place to another (somewhat like Chinese New Year... yes...) but it comes with much love and joy and laughter and treasured moments with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Szm6v_CPUVI/AAAAAAAABIo/oNDEJoaFsD0/s1600-h/Dec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420568960054546770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Szm6v_CPUVI/AAAAAAAABIo/oNDEJoaFsD0/s400/Dec2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lunches &amp;amp; Dinners with Dear Friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420568949504745698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Szm6vXu-IOI/AAAAAAAABIg/GAWbysCup90/s400/Dec3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Homecooked Christmas Eve Dinner with Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420568939435753106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Szm6uyOVfpI/AAAAAAAABIY/T-52gTmYO0o/s400/Dec4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Treasured Moments and Yearly Family Shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420575475208339122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SznArN38vrI/AAAAAAAABI4/AIyUmRloBIg/s400/Dec5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And it was most precious watching Claire get excited over her presents! This year she had huge ones too - including a gorgeous huge ELC play kitchen and an ELC electronic piano and mic. PS. It'll be most fun when her birthday comes along. She's totally anticipating it and can sing Happy Birthday to herself now! Grin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank You God for Christmas and thank You for sending your Son that we may have life everlasting and abundant love and joy in our hearts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5726214258273452000?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5726214258273452000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-all-about-love-and-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5726214258273452000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5726214258273452000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-all-about-love-and-family.html' title='Christmastime - It&apos;s all About Love and Family'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Szm6v_CPUVI/AAAAAAAABIo/oNDEJoaFsD0/s72-c/Dec2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8509892600646389306</id><published>2009-12-23T12:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:31:25.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Mall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzGXW9KpJDI/AAAAAAAABHo/scyK3Yx176A/s1600-h/Dec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418278247335535666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzGXW9KpJDI/AAAAAAAABHo/scyK3Yx176A/s400/Dec1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Kitty at Millenia, Disney Show at Vivo and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barney &amp;amp; Friends at United Square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been the typical Mama, hunting down and scheduling as many kiddy shows over the last week but it was great fun for Claire. She was her usual typical self, expressing her excitement and that made all the rush worth the while. I'm personally amazed at the number of shows scheduled at the various malls - probably to bring in the crowd to add to Christmas shopping and cheer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We caught Barney at United Square with Auntie Wendy and Evie and the whole Disney gang at Vivo with Auntie Jacq and managed to catch the last bit of Hello Kitty at Millenia with Papa (I need to add how ugly I think Hello Kitty is as a person - cuter as a stuff toy - it's the proportions.. Ha). Unfortunately we missed Hi-5 at Ngee Ann City, was late by 10 minutes and decided to give it a miss. And it was packed at every show! Guess it's going to be this way every Christmas. :) The life of the Mama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8509892600646389306?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8509892600646389306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-mall-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8509892600646389306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8509892600646389306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-mall-fun.html' title='Christmas Mall Fun'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzGXW9KpJDI/AAAAAAAABHo/scyK3Yx176A/s72-c/Dec1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5728881973433382758</id><published>2009-12-22T13:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:49:55.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Holiday Day 6, 7 &amp; 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzBmFABwuiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6n9CeeTc_JU/s1600-h/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417942587819473442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzBmFABwuiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6n9CeeTc_JU/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 6 &amp;amp; 7 - Shopping Days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K says Day 6 &amp;amp; 7 was my days because it was mostly shopping. Grin. We spent the entire Day 6 at La Vallee Outlet Mall (tons of brands at outlet prices - Jimmy Choos, Longchamp, Ralph Laurens, etc - but they were still pretty much beyond my budget range) and bought tons of Christmas presents for mostly family. They should be pretty happy - since it's mostly branded stuff. Hehe. Day 7 was more fruitful for me - We went by both Galleries Lafayette and Printemps (they were next to each other) but ended spending at Printemps - less crowded and they had a 10% discount for tourists (no strings attached, just needed to show the passport). Ended up with a BV and a Miu Miu bag and K, Hugo Boss belts. Without a doubt, leather and branded items are way cheaper than back here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzBlJydeXBI/AAAAAAAABHI/_YceSl1H4zE/s1600-h/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417941552953179490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzBlIw2aPWI/AAAAAAAABG4/A5j-jyE7ZZo/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Day 6 &amp;amp; 7 - Splurged on French Foods &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had fabulous local cuisine those two days. We chanced upon a traditional french restaurant - apparently it's incredibly famous amongst locals and tourists alike (I only found that out after) - and it was like a massive upmarket canteen. The waiters were perpetually on the move and seemed highly professional and efficient (ours served probably 20 tables at a go). Food was alright to me (K had a steak and I a salmon roll) but it was pretty affordable. Reviews say that's the place to go if you want an authentic Parisian experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 7 we decided to splurge on dinner (bill came up to around 100 Euros). I had just wanted to eat Foie Gras and so we went around the Saint Germain/Latin Quarter and took a chance on Le Bistrot de l'Alycastre, a restaurant that had awards stuck all over its door (it was one of the rare ones we chanced upon with Foie Gras, interestingly) and the food turned out fabulous. We were relatively early and sat at a comfortable spot, thankfully Claire was relatively well-behaved. But by the time we left around 9pm, every table was taken and some people were waiting for a table by the door. The best dish was a pan seared foie gras in a caviar lentil something soup base. FAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzBlJV7RqKI/AAAAAAAABHA/yVGWJuasbr0/s1600-h/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417941562905700514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzBlJV7RqKI/AAAAAAAABHA/yVGWJuasbr0/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 8 - Roaming around flea markets and small streets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was basically left to roam the small streets around our neighbourhood, Marais and down to the Notre Dame area. It turned out that there was a flea market and we took the chance to rummage through the goods. The area had lovely little shops and interesting nooks and corners and it was a great way to end our trip. (Minus the cancelled flight, etc.. see my earlier posting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, our Paris Holiday was a memorable one. Somehow or other the charm or a European city can never be found elsewhere and with Claire, our holiday to the city of lights made it that bit more special. I would visit again in a heartbeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417979033334199410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzCHOaJmNHI/AAAAAAAABHg/WsLDbVsO3gg/s320/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Claire Pix of the Day: My perfect toddler in her pram, giving me the occasional grin each time I look down and say 'Are you ok Clairey?'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5728881973433382758?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5728881973433382758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris-holiday-day-6-7-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5728881973433382758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5728881973433382758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris-holiday-day-6-7-8.html' title='Paris Holiday Day 6, 7 &amp; 8'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SzBmFABwuiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6n9CeeTc_JU/s72-c/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7005824794953960225</id><published>2009-12-19T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:36:15.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Holiday Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just because it was such a special day, I decided that Paris Day 5 deserves to have its very own posting and mention. It was the day where as a Mama, I felt so delighted to see my little one express that much joy and emotions. It was the day where dreams came true - I'm pretty sure of it, for my Clairey (and even for me and K - I'm sure all parents would feel the same). The sight of the first Mickey poster had her yelling 'Mama! Mama! Mi-mouse! Mi-mouse!' and she was literally running and with a bounce in every little step. All she wanted was to get close to that poster, and (I think) little did she know she was in his land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I love Disneyland (and I always have since I was a little kid), I felt a whole different kind of loving with Claire there that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416624290319439426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Syu3F_I-FkI/AAAAAAAABGo/J1RNnipWRCE/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paris Day 5 - In the land where dreams came true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It wasn't exactly the most sunny of days, but that was a day I remember a perpetual smile on my face, a glow in my heart and being teary-eyed each time I saw the joy and excitement my little one had. The wonders of Motherhood and the strings that truly tug at your heart. You just know holidays will never be the same without her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you know Claire, you'll know her as the most animated, talkative, expressive and joyful two-year-old. And if you had seen her in Disneyland... my friend, I could really go on and on and on about this. How better can I write this? *smile* You know as a kid (and even as a 27-year-old - that was the last time I was in Disneyland LA), I would always rush to sit on as many rides at an amusement park. But this day, we took it nice and easy and really just enjoyed the day in the 'fairytale land' and letting Claire take it all in. She loved all the rides - we went on quite a number, from a merry-go-round, to the spinning Alice In Wonderland teacups, to the flying Dumbo, to the beautiful It's A Small World boat ride and so on. The kid's a thrill-seeker (unlike her Papa btw).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But the thing that got her yakking away was seeing Mickey Mouse. We waited in line for more than half an hour and amazingly it was the first time I had seen how patient she was, waiting in line and just talking about him (and pointing at him) every other minute while we were in queue. Grin. The sweetheart. When it was finally our turn, she ran as fast as her little legs could take her and kissed and hugged him like some three times and we ran over to take some photos. *smile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We met the others too, Pooh bear, Eeyore, Minnie, etc. But it was never the same - oh such love huh! Grin. The day ended with the ever brilliant parade down the main street and with the Christmas do - trees, wreaths, songs and all - it was just a fairytale day for us all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416623962140957874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Syu2y4lH3LI/AAAAAAAABGY/n2LKQ-nGDi8/s320/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Claire Pix of the Day - If she could, she would just hug him forever and ever and ever...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416623952319362946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Syu2yT_eN4I/AAAAAAAABGQ/leAIwb4aCxY/s320/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mama's Favourite Pix of the Day - My oh-so-grown-up little girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7005824794953960225?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7005824794953960225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris-holiday-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7005824794953960225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7005824794953960225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris-holiday-day-5.html' title='Paris Holiday Day 5'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Syu3F_I-FkI/AAAAAAAABGo/J1RNnipWRCE/s72-c/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3757077257351909065</id><published>2009-12-17T23:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:01:26.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Holiday Day 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416235917632936130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SypV3uI5GMI/AAAAAAAABFo/IOGrw_mfI8s/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Day 3 - In Love with the Eiffel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing I remember most about Day 3 other than the fact that we visited the two most visited attractions of Paris - the Eiffel Tower and the Lourve was that I had assumed the weather was going to be exactly like Day 1 &amp;amp; 2 and I got liberal with our clothing. It was chilly, windy and wet, well most of the day at least. But thankfully with the little pockets of sunshine, we managed to grab some wonderful snapshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Eiffel. Everytime I read about bloggers (on travel webpages) and their take about skipping the long queues and looking at the Parisian skyline from another high point (like on the top floor of Printemps or the Arc de Triomphe), I just disagree. Going up the Eiffel is a big must. Miss all the others. The Eiffel, at least to me is a must. There's a sense of awesomeness and granduer that this amazing architectural structure brings. I must have been up there some 5 times, one of which I climbed all 1665 of the walkable steps up to the very top. This time with a child and my 30-year-old limbs, I headed straight for the comforts of the elevator. The best part about this trip up the tower however was that I was able to reserve tickets online and skipped the long line (all those other people must have waited for more than an hour). PS. the Eiffel just started its online reservations, so please go onto their website to reserve your tickets. It was a chilly day but we spent a good hour taking in the lovely scenery (thank God for clear skies - it was clear and not raining for that hour - the weather changed when we went down!). Claire as usual, had fun with the birds and the bees. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416235926502102498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SypV4PLd1eI/AAAAAAAABFw/eo9H7Rasm-I/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Day 3 - Lourve it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We escaped the rain and went back to the flat for more clothes (and a quick snooze) after the morning trip up the Eiffel. That's the best part about renting a holiday apartment in a prime locale! The rest of the wet day was spent roaming around the Lourve and the surrounding areas (we gave the museum visit a miss. I had been in twice and having not enjoyed - I'm not that into museums, we decided not to go in. K was thankfully pretty optional about it). The area which we probably spent more time in that evening was at Jardins des Tuileries - just like the other gardens, it was a wonderful space for Claire to just freely (and safely) run about. I loved just looking at the twinkling lights of the ferris wheel at nightfall. Half the time though, we had to duck under shelters and huddle up for freshly made chocolate crepes. Memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416235928888787602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SypV4YEfwpI/AAAAAAAABF4/uX8RSmK8XUU/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Day 4 - Biking around the City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bike About Tours was probably the best part about the entire holiday. I chanced upon their website while googling for things to do in Paris and decided to give biking a go. I've always been big on bikes, and so's Claire. It cost 30 Euros each (Claire was free) for the 4 hour long guided bike tour and unlike other city bike tours, this was a little more special in that we were brought around the small streets of Paris and shown little but unique nuggets of treasures the city had to offer. The oldest house, the most expensive restaurant, author Victor Hugo's huge home, the street to signify the injustice of Jews during the world war, the schools, the artists, and so on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our tour guide who's an American, studied and lived in Paris for almost a decade was a big modern art, cartoon fan introduced us to Space Invader (some cooky artist who put thousands of space invaders in various areas of the city - some even in unimaginable spaces) and his cartoonic pacman-like art. We were told that if you joined all the artwork on the map, you could see a large Space Invader (I should google it up). Claire was the perfect child on the bike and was a joy to all our fellow bikers. Everytime I heard a compliment about how good she was on it for those 4 hours, I beam with pride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you have the chance, bike it around the city - it's a whole new world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416244334902478658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sypdhq6Vh0I/AAAAAAAABGI/pxZThua6QTE/s320/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Claire Pix of the Day - She couldn't take the last 20 mins of our four hour long bike tour, and fell asleep in her baby seat behind me. Aww. Such a sweetie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3757077257351909065?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3757077257351909065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris-holiday-day-3-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3757077257351909065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3757077257351909065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris-holiday-day-3-4.html' title='Paris Holiday Day 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SypV3uI5GMI/AAAAAAAABFo/IOGrw_mfI8s/s72-c/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5457941488205371732</id><published>2009-12-16T23:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:13:27.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Holiday Day 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been procrasting re sharing my Paris Holiday, in part because I've been terribly busy - hey it's Christmastime, in part because selecting and editing the photos are an utter drag. I thought of just doing a summary of the trip in one blog post and just highlighting the key photo of each day, but there's just so much to share. And since I ought to and want to blog about this trip, it should at the very least bee memorable and significant. Ps. I just realised I never even shared my Melbourne May trip. Grin. So here goes - my wonderful family holiday in the beautiful city of lights in 4 postings... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415853289506219458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Syj531SmJcI/AAAAAAAABEg/_sjRQhO4JzA/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 1 - On the street where we lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We arrived at dawn on a friday and spent most of the day exploring the area where we lived - Le Marais. That's the holiday apartment we rented and if you've been to my home, you'll know why I picked it. They share the same color theme and feel. Everything about it was great, the housekeeper, the location, the price (ard 180SGD a night!). We roamed the area and discovered a lovely marche which sold fresh produce and cooked food, although we bought lunch from a takeaway French deli - looks like a family owned placed and I think it was one of the best foods (and more affordable ones) of the entire trip. As with all our other holidays, we spent the first day doing some grocery shopping and stocking up our fridge with drinks, snacks and breakfast stuff. I love the supermarkets btw, it's the best place to know about the so-called 'cuisine' of the place - not exactly French, but they sell what the locals would eat. The rest of the day was spent in the studio apartment and under the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415856369817081234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Syj8rIV71ZI/AAAAAAAABEo/ZcsC2SiWn8g/s400/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Day 2 - Walking about Les Halles, Saint Chapelle, Notre Dame &amp;amp; Latin Quartier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The weather on day 2 was fab. Before we left for Paris, it was said to be rainy and at around 8 degrees and I didn't think I would enjoy the cold. But the sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze and the temp was enjoyable. I had planned to roam the area around the famous Notre Dame church and we chanced upon a lot more than that. Les Halles was discovered by accident (we walked the wrong way and got somewhat lost) but it's a gorgeous area of greens and there were some churches. And it was really lovely to just sit and take in the sights and sounds of quaint and uncrowded and untouristy Paris. Les Halles is a spot on the map but it's not exactly a tourist destination. And yet that was a nice place for some photography and Claire had a nice time, running after birds, lying on the grass and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saint Chapelle and Notre Dame are the must-sees (especially since it was K and Claire's first trip to Paris) - an architectural treasure. Stained glass windows, hand sculptured and painted walls of art, buildings significant to the city's history and charm. They both sit on the large isle in the heart of the city and we went by a couple of times as it was en route to a couple of other significant landmarks from our apartment (that was how near it was) - in the same 4th arrondissement. We roamed the Latin Quartier in the afternoon (lunch was at a fab seafood restaurant - de Haute Mer - really fresh raw seafood, I had a tiny tiny crab sitting on my cockle - yes it was that fresh) and ended up running amidst pigeons and ducks in the Jardin du Luxembourg. It was a saturday and there were kissing couples and huddled families and friendly children all enjoying that beautiful park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS. Paris is not exactly child friendly. But it's not that hard to brave the million and one steps of the Metro and a bench can still always serve as a changing station and you can still nevertheless enjoy it, and usually you do (and most) with your little one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dinner was at Hippotamus - a family chain of restaurants but take it from me, food ain't great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415871445434855650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SykKYpZTcOI/AAAAAAAABFI/Gv4FVSs3OXQ/s320/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Claire Pix of the Day - Enchanted by the little ducklings going 'quack quack' at the Luxembourg gardens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5457941488205371732?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5457941488205371732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris-holiday-day-1-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5457941488205371732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5457941488205371732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris-holiday-day-1-2.html' title='Paris Holiday Day 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Syj531SmJcI/AAAAAAAABEg/_sjRQhO4JzA/s72-c/Paris+Holiday+19-28+Nov2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7252537990210707567</id><published>2009-12-08T16:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:34:59.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of the Kitty Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sx4OnN_jKKI/AAAAAAAABEY/OMm-aVe8Rsk/s1600-h/Hello+K+Balloon.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412779869079808162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sx4OnN_jKKI/AAAAAAAABEY/OMm-aVe8Rsk/s400/Hello+K+Balloon.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sx4K7NUWwcI/AAAAAAAABEQ/qSmfFWv-2_o/s1600-h/Hello+K+Balloon.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's how much she loves this Kitty Balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were at Tanglin Mall last sunday trying to catch the fake 'snow' (Silly Mama didn't realise it's like a foam party - if you're dirty-phobic like me, don't bother...) and it was nice to just take in the atmosphere from afar. Anyho, we chanced upon a Hello Kitty foil balloon and decided to splurge for Claire. These few days it's been her best buddy - kisses it good night, walks it around the house, hugs it when it sits alone in the room and finally it got scared and 'ran' away (ie. flew out of the window) and Claire's been 'moaning' by that window. Literally it's 'Mama Mama.... Balloon... Kitty.... Balloon... No More... Mama Mama...'&lt;mama...&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe K will surprise her with another balloon friend tonight. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now, I'm in the midst of planning her two-year-old Hello Kitty themed birthday party! Guess who's the excited one here... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7252537990210707567?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7252537990210707567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/adventures-of-kitty-balloon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7252537990210707567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7252537990210707567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/adventures-of-kitty-balloon.html' title='Adventures of the Kitty Balloon'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sx4OnN_jKKI/AAAAAAAABEY/OMm-aVe8Rsk/s72-c/Hello+K+Balloon.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3245141810374643088</id><published>2009-12-03T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:02:52.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing TweetCloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SxdTuPwwkBI/AAAAAAAABD4/kRCPvXlvZPw/s1600-h/tweetcloud.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410885531279069202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SxdTuPwwkBI/AAAAAAAABD4/kRCPvXlvZPw/s400/tweetcloud.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just found this &lt;a href="http://tweetcloud.icodeforlove.com/"&gt;Tweetcloud&lt;/a&gt; app and realised how depressing my tweets have been over the past week (not that I tweet a lot, twice a day maybe?). Time to think happy thoughts then huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3245141810374643088?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3245141810374643088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/depressing-tweetcloud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3245141810374643088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3245141810374643088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/depressing-tweetcloud.html' title='Depressing TweetCloud'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SxdTuPwwkBI/AAAAAAAABD4/kRCPvXlvZPw/s72-c/tweetcloud.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-8621370154970900257</id><published>2009-12-01T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:26:41.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Came Early!</title><content type='html'>Before sharing details of my Paris trip, I thought I let you in on one of the highlights of the trip -one other was Disneyland (a very special experience with a young child). Keeping it brief, since the following picture would say that million words. K said Printemps (huge French department store, just like its more popular neighbour Galeries Lafayette) was my Disneyland. Truly I felt like a kid in a candy store and came home with two huge lollipops! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SxTtm2Ydd8I/AAAAAAAABDo/KSUai-XpKP0/s1600/miu+bv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410210304067729346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SxTtm2Ydd8I/AAAAAAAABDo/KSUai-XpKP0/s400/miu+bv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure you've guess what they are! Muaks hubs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crums have all disappeared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-8621370154970900257?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/8621370154970900257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-came-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8621370154970900257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/8621370154970900257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-came-early.html' title='Christmas Came Early!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SxTtm2Ydd8I/AAAAAAAABDo/KSUai-XpKP0/s72-c/miu+bv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2008121156563613095</id><published>2009-11-29T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:23:35.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crummy Mummy</title><content type='html'>Crummy. Shitty. Miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it's been for the last 48 hours. Most of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the result of a winter holiday and dealing with the dryness and cold. Now I have chapped lips, dry, wounded cut and itchy skin (in particular my hands and my legs) and a swollen ear. I don't know what's up with the ear, it's swollen with a little lump inside the ear and it's causing pain to my jaw (and ear) and a buzz to my head and I can't seem to hear properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying thing now, is my Sony Vaio (which is my main laptop, for work) which can't connect up to the internet. I spent hours talking to the Netgear and Starhub guys who concluded that it's a laptop problem. So I have to wait till tomorrow before I can get to the Sony helpdesk. Not that I can work very well with a buzzing headache anyway. But somehow I find the strength to pour my frustrations out here. There's loads of clothes and stuff to wash and clear - but thank God my mom's maid is coming over to help me clean up the house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all these crumminess, and I'm just going to vent the gist of it - the Air France flight we were supposed to be on on Friday night got cancelled, we had to stay in a crap Ibis hotel and we had to roam an empty Charles de Gaulle airport at midnight hunting for directions (it was so crap it didn't have hot water, not even at the reception so Claire couldn't drink milk). And on the flight back on Saturday morning, we had to sit in front of a horrid Frenchman who kept telling us off to 'shut our kid up'. I got so upset with him I cried and thankfully the aircrew was on my side. But I guess I got emotional over this weirdo because of the bad night sleep and a cranky baby. Thank God all that's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these crummy 48 hours started with me tripping over the Paris Metro doorway and losing one shoe (now hidden somewhere in between the train tracks) on the way back to the apartment before getting ready for the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mummy is feeling crummy. What a way to end a holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2008121156563613095?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2008121156563613095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/11/crummy-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2008121156563613095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2008121156563613095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/11/crummy-mummy.html' title='Crummy Mummy'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-9160424293083944385</id><published>2009-11-26T06:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:14:06.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the end of day six in Paris and we're slated to leave for home late Friday night. The next two days will mostly be inside the popular malls of Galeries Lafayette and Printemps, where I will finally have my retail therapy. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fall holiday in the city of lights has been nothing short of memorable and beautiful and before we return back to the sunny isle (and a more detailed blog summary of the trip), here are some snapshots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408174698538909490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2yPA2qvzI/AAAAAAAABCY/435zgrmH7p0/s320/Paris+Lourve.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The world's largest and most famous museum - Lourve - against a sky of blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408173907431351410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2xg9v7ZHI/AAAAAAAABBg/FRvAUZSRvKg/s320/Paris+Signs.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Signs that dot the city streets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408174689104713330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2yOdtYVnI/AAAAAAAABCI/Y6lPlIR_4GY/s320/Paris+Eiffel+2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Looking up at the Eiffel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408174694993724514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2yOzpbhGI/AAAAAAAABCQ/6795mYlgI28/s320/Paris+Metro.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Symbols of popular Parisian transportation - the Bike and the Metro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408173921448553906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2xhx947bI/AAAAAAAABB4/pqJebrukTMw/s320/Paris+Gardens+1.JPG" /&gt;A cold and hazy day outdoors at Jardin du Luxembourg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408173918270794546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2xhmIQKzI/AAAAAAAABBw/fV12U3XG5mg/s320/Paris+Pantheon.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A view of the magnificient Pantheon church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408174704374340322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2yPWl8WuI/AAAAAAAABCg/0mM6G9Z7CVw/s320/Paris+Wheel.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Twinkling lights of the ferris wheel just beyond the Tuileries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408173932234593938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2xiaJe1pI/AAAAAAAABCA/M4YUKo3TQB8/s320/Paris+Galeries.JPG" /&gt;Christmastime at Galeries Lafayette&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408173913720768802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2xhVLcSSI/AAAAAAAABBo/CGy_CzzOFSU/s320/Paris+Cafes.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A popular snapshot: Cafes lining the streetwalks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2yPlw9vwI/AAAAAAAABCo/uCkQ8fdgt1c/s1600/Paris+Bike+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408174708447100674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2yPlw9vwI/AAAAAAAABCo/uCkQ8fdgt1c/s320/Paris+Bike+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa and Claire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting patiently at the feet of the Charlemagne status outside the Notre Dame, waiting for our bike tour to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-9160424293083944385?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/9160424293083944385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/11/paris-snapshots.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/9160424293083944385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/9160424293083944385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/11/paris-snapshots.html' title='Paris Snapshots'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sw2yPA2qvzI/AAAAAAAABCY/435zgrmH7p0/s72-c/Paris+Lourve.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-2859561394317421790</id><published>2009-11-11T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:55:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour Paris!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402819004837854018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvqrQnEW-0I/AAAAAAAABBA/ZRXwn2ANUlY/s320/Paris+H1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; City Tour on Bikes: One of the Highlights of our Upcoming Trip! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since my last posting (just a week back), I've had quite a tiring and trying week - lousy experience with a friend over some work, stressing about plans for next year and work (I'll share that another time - plans always seem to be changing) and work in general (had to work over the weekend too). But despite all that, thankfully I found the time to plan for our Paris trip - which is finally in sight! I've been counting down to the trip, friends have gone for their holidays then back, then gone again... and now it's my turn, next week! Actually I managed to do the bulk of it in one night and I'm pretty pleased with myself despite sleeping close to 5am. Gasp, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K and I have been talking about what to do and what to see, and despite not being able to watch a show at the Moulin Rouge (more K than me), we've planned out quite an exciting itinerary. I have this to say: even though we are going on a holiday with a child, it doesn't mean you have to sacrifice much (then again it's 'a child' and not 'children' - plural). Thankfully K (like me) is not a fan of museums, and so we've decided to give most of those touristy places a miss (maybe just a shot outside). Highlights of our trip include a three and a half hour city bike tour (yes, Claire will be in the child seat, strapped to my bike), Disneyland (hoohoo!), a river cruise, picnics in the park, a run up the Eiffel Tower (yer right! not literally), a day at a shopping outlet mall (where Jimmy Choos are said to be at 30-40% off!!) and just leisure walks all over the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Paris, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402819000824957730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvqrQYHnCyI/AAAAAAAABA4/JUzl2V3DoRM/s320/Paris+H.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Page one of my rather detailed itinerary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402819015754636562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvqrRPvH3RI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Sr9P-v_1fgo/s320/Paris+H3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A day out to see Mickey in Disneyland! &lt;div align="center"&gt;(Claire yelled 'Mouse!' when she said our printed e-tickets... grin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402819011243998546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvqrQ-7s_VI/AAAAAAAABBI/aDmsjggA2Es/s320/Paris+H2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;A must-visit: the legendary 31 rue Cambon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvqrRi-R8MI/AAAAAAAABBY/S6GOZt3yis8/s1600-h/Paris+H4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402819020918485186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvqrRi-R8MI/AAAAAAAABBY/S6GOZt3yis8/s320/Paris+H4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh. And an apartment change. Now we'll be in the Marais area, in an apartment that looks very much like our own home! Grin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-2859561394317421790?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/2859561394317421790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/11/bonjour-paris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2859561394317421790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/2859561394317421790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/11/bonjour-paris.html' title='Bonjour Paris!'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvqrQnEW-0I/AAAAAAAABBA/ZRXwn2ANUlY/s72-c/Paris+H1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-7061761043103791559</id><published>2009-11-04T14:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:03:22.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child's Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of late I've been lugging around my bigger of two cameras - a prosumer Canon Powershot Pro 1 - in my new Crumpler sling pack and snapping photos. When Claire was born, we bought a small Sony digital camera and while it was great at the start and really convenient and light to bring around (it could fit into my Lulu Guinness clutch for dinners even), it's starting to seem incompetent in meeting the needs of capturing my hyperactive one. I'm not a whiz when it comes to photography but I do try to play around (rather blindly) with the SLR functions and while it's one of the earlier prosumer cameras around (it's some 5, 6 years old maybe?), it's proven to take some pretty pretty pictures. So if you're looking to upgrade your cam, and you are good to just fiddle around with buttons, and have some sense of visual space and balance, you'll be surprised at the results you can get. Plus the internet has plenty of resources to make it child's play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This post is meant for the absolute photography idiot - especially 80% of mummies out there who just want some lovely shots of their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures say the thousand words: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400133904572186098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvEhLNGRffI/AAAAAAAABAI/i29hoyMsfHg/s320/Cameraplay5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Baby Aletheia in the Wesley Cry Room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400133898407854882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvEhK2IlQyI/AAAAAAAABAA/2fgtISqGJXU/s320/Cameraplay7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Baby Christian sitting in Claire's highchair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400133908655428610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvEhLcTy1AI/AAAAAAAABAQ/u1ZKb72RYbo/s320/Cameraplay6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Little Natalie with Mummy Chris in the background&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvEhvqaKS8I/AAAAAAAABAg/IFYAnHVIGrI/s1600-h/Cameraplay8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400134530915519426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvEhvqaKS8I/AAAAAAAABAg/IFYAnHVIGrI/s320/Cameraplay8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Kaelyn acting cute in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400155236512544594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvE0k4xLt1I/AAAAAAAABAw/XLuOahyP85A/s320/Cameraplay9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And my beautiful baby Claire! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-7061761043103791559?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7061761043103791559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/11/childs-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7061761043103791559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/7061761043103791559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/11/childs-play.html' title='Child&apos;s Play'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SvEhLNGRffI/AAAAAAAABAI/i29hoyMsfHg/s72-c/Cameraplay5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-371395451429216856</id><published>2009-10-28T17:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:17:53.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397581275340383234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SugPkoL2pAI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_3T9PkiaN48/s320/JG+Oct+09.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At least someone is smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Claire and Kaelyn with teacher Eliza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the middle of term two at Julia Gabriel Playclub and class has been fun, especially for the kids who get to socialize, get active, have activities (I'm proud to say Claire's getting better with painting and less afraid of getting dirty - although I perpetually am phobic of mess and dirt and she can sing hum a couple of the songs and loves to imitate actions) and just have a place to do what kids naturally love to do - play. And hopefully pick up knowledge - they do I'm sure. Every week there's a theme, and this week it's 'M' for mummy and mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wonder what we should do come the December holidays when there's no class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SugPko5JFwI/AAAAAAAAA_I/YjcbqBE0EjI/s1600-h/JG+Oct+09.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397581275530336002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SugPko5JFwI/AAAAAAAAA_I/YjcbqBE0EjI/s320/JG+Oct+09.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire loves art work - here she is decorating her giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397609046582801202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sugo1IIAszI/AAAAAAAAA_g/0P_f-bZclwM/s400/JG+Class+Photo+Oct+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our Term 4 Julia Gabriel class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-371395451429216856?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/371395451429216856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-days-school-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/371395451429216856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/371395451429216856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-days-school-days.html' title='Happy Days School Days'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SugPkoL2pAI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_3T9PkiaN48/s72-c/JG+Oct+09.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-6302161326976614300</id><published>2009-10-25T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:53:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past week was manic (one pretty big disaster and many a busy moment) and flew past rather quickly. I guess when your days are packed with a thousand and one things (somehow most weeks seem that way), time disappears in pretty much a blink. And instead of recapping every major thing that happened, perhaps it might be better to count the blessings I had recieved this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. My laptop broke down. And it happened just when they were a couple of datelines. But thank God for my relatively new and reliable netbook, and I was able to at least respond to emails. And perhaps it was rather timely because I needed a little bit of a break away from even thinking about work (although I did have some worrying moments about being chased on) and given some 100% attention hours to the little one. Thank God for understanding bosses and clients. And thank God for zero dollar payment in repairs (some manufacturing error I think) - somehow or other I was expecting to pay a tidy sum for repairs at the Sony Centre (think Sony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Busy but happy affairs - two weekday evening practices for an entire weekend of serving on Praise Sunday. Manic rush to cook and feed the kid and make it to practice and singing for all 3 services. Thank God for a supportive husband who rushed around just so I can serve God. And thank God for a good kid who is just happy to be around Mama and her friends. And the Soloist Ministry had a wonderful time serving together - think it was one of our better group song offerings! To make it just that much more busy, there was also K's cuz's wedding dinner (and there's another next week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. Help in the littlest of ways - I think God knows when I need a little booster. My mum sent her maid down to do a little springcleaning in my home which made household chores lighter this week. And my sis-in-law decided to send her tingkat lunch delivery my way this week and I didn't have to be concerned about what to have for lunch (I get that everyday... but I tell myself I eat to live). But these little blessings were just huge for me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. My baby who never ceases to cheer up my spirits - Okay... of course there are times you just want to pull your hair out. But God is a humourous and all-knowing God. I said in an earlier post, Claire is so much like me. And even in the good ways she is. She is animative, talkative and expressive. She knows just the things to say to cheer me up and she can be a funny little person. I can be in a foul mood and she will come and say the funniest things (and at her age, it's really funny - like I'm obviously upset at my laptop and she'll come and point to it and sigh really loudly and go 'oh no' and smile at me. ??!). And when I'm sitting alone feeling upset, she'll pucker her little lips and say 'quiche quiche' and kiss me everywhere - my thigh, my elbow, and eventually she'll want to kiss my lips. Just seeing her puckered lips cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a parent-teacher session during Julia Gabriel class on thursday and the teachers all say they marvel at how expressive Claire is and that she picks things up at a really fast pace (be it knowledge, language, motor skills, etc). I am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to sum up my week and to encourage you for the coming, here's the beginning of a thoughtful song: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed,&lt;br /&gt;When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Count your many blessings, name them one by one,&lt;br /&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, see what God hath done!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396580405080940178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SuSBST6u3pI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/L6gqQFf16Dk/s320/Family+23Oct2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Family portrait at Ai Mei's Wedding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-6302161326976614300?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6302161326976614300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/counting-my-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6302161326976614300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6302161326976614300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting My Blessings'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SuSBST6u3pI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/L6gqQFf16Dk/s72-c/Family+23Oct2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-3958891644677009192</id><published>2009-10-19T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:52:18.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Addiction - The Last Scandal of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like watching Chinese Hong Kong and Korean drama serials but I'm not like a big big fan - I don't really check what's the latest and greatest and it's only when I flip the channels (Ch 55 and 255 on Starhub Cable) and most of the time it's already a number of episodes into the series that I get hooked into the plot. But a recent Korean series (which apparently was a big hit, even in Singapore in 2008 - and my parents and sisters have caught it too back then) caught my eye and has become somewhat of an addiction. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I continue, I need to add - I've never been one of those who goes gaga over a celebrity and join fanclubs and never in my youth have I stuck posters of some movie star on my bedroom walls (even when I was young, I was that design conscious - ie. I think that posters are ugly and tacky), but this time round I'm stuck on the 2 main stars of this drama serial - perhaps because of the characters they play. For once I think I am star-strucked. Gasp and at 30. Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This Korean drama serial (Ch 55 is playing the last few episodes, weekdays at 12 midnight - the time when Claire zzzzs) is called The Last Scandal of My Life and stars Choi Jin Shil (female lead) and Jung Joon Ho (male lead). To those who don't know nuts about Korean celebrities, and I didn't till I did some googling, Choi Jin Shil is a popular actress Korean (one of those with a track record of great movies) and Jung Joon Ho - ahh... the handsome one - got extremely popular after this series. Anyway, gist of the series - the female lead's an ordinary (some say ugly) middle aged housewife who was cheated upon by her husband and is the crush of her highschool sweetheart and now big-time celebrity. You can guess the ending (I like happily ever afters). PS. K thinks the show is cheesy. But he's the typical male. What does he know. Yes, it's a typical chick flick romance comedy. Highly recommend this to all my female friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So how big is my addiction? Not that big, don't you worry (yes you hubby). Went to hunt for the DVD (so I can watch it from beginning to end), googled up on the actors, checked out youtube for their interviews... ok. That's about it. *blush*. Now I'm big on Jung Joon Ho - will look out for his next serial/movie - swoon... he's too cute. PS. he's of mature age (I don't like the young ones.) And Choi Jin Shil... she committed suicide after that series. Yes. That was my reaction too. Cry. I was like gasssssssp! Hai, that's the land of celebrities and gossips for you. Now have I gotten you interested? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/StwHb1r-9NI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ju3PDlb7fZE/s1600-h/Last+Scandal+Korean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394194628532434130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/StwHb1r-9NI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ju3PDlb7fZE/s320/Last+Scandal+Korean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Last Scandal of My Life - A Popular Korean Drama Serial in 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. Back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-3958891644677009192?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3958891644677009192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/korean-addiction-last-scandal-of-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3958891644677009192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/3958891644677009192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/korean-addiction-last-scandal-of-my.html' title='Korean Addiction - The Last Scandal of My Life'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/StwHb1r-9NI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ju3PDlb7fZE/s72-c/Last+Scandal+Korean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-880373733095187549</id><published>2009-10-14T02:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:56:17.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chip Off The Old Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/StTDXEkpigI/AAAAAAAAA94/QbO2HWO-LDM/s1600-h/Claire+Oct+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392149455001192962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/StTDXEkpigI/AAAAAAAAA94/QbO2HWO-LDM/s320/Claire+Oct+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's 'Chip'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the 'Old Block's moi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K's been away the past few days and as I had anticipated, it's been really tiring doing all that I do and completely on my own. Usually the hubs helps to care and distract Claire away from me (and relieve me of some stress) when he comes home - I realise I also appreciate the anticipation of his coming home everyday because it breaks my daily grind of work and the kiddo (which really keeps me on my feet non-stop) and the monotony of facing the comp, the kid and the four walls (repeat the three items another 5 times - that's my daily grind). The fact that Claire's been getting more difficult these days doesn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In brief: She's been more opinionated, more stubborn and more rebellious. Sounds like the 'Terrible Two' stage? I haven't been through it, but they say it starts before they turn two and can last till forever. The word of the day - 'No', the word of the week - 'No', the word of the month - 'No'. Sometimes I think her 'no' also means 'yes' since she just likes saying it so much. Of late, be it at home or out (and school), if she sets her heart on something (or doing something), it has to be done, and she is very persistent - so much so it gets embarrassing (think cry, whine, force, snatch, hit). Also because I'm more aware of my temper and the way I handle her, I try to constantly tell myself to be more patient before I go raging like a bull - these days it's -&gt; step 1. warning, step 2. count to 3 slowly, step 3. threatening to 'flick the finger' and then step 4. do it. And if she continues to disobey, I repeat the process. (It's all trial and error but I think it's better than beating straight off - although if you mummies have any better suggestions, please tell me! To the non-mummies, super nannies tactics of timeout doesn't work - not just yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yet as I ponder night after night about such issues surrounding Claire and seriously praying over her (I pray God give her a heart of obedience and help her to understand), I can't help but look at her adoring little angelic face and smile (and sigh) - (and mumble) Yer... She's my daughter and she's just like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to be a rebellious little girl myself and my parents' heartache (and nightmare). Although I'm happy to admit - I was way worse. Way way worse. Everyone who remembers me from young, knows me as outgoing, animated, talkative as well - and guess what, my 'chip' is just like me. How funny we inherit such genes (and I don't remember anyone telling me that my parents were like that - so who's 'Old Block' am I a chip of?!). Even in the littlest of way, God has made her like me - for one, when Claire laughs really hard, she hiccups. My hubs used tell me it's cute (I sometimes find it irritating - especially when the hiccups don't go away). So who's to blame for her behaviour I ask? Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The comfort I take is on focusing on the positives, on her endearing and loving nature and telling myself that she'll turn out okay (just like I did). But for now, what I need is more love, more patience and more grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-880373733095187549?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/880373733095187549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/chip-off-old-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/880373733095187549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/880373733095187549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/chip-off-old-block.html' title='A Chip Off The Old Block'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/StTDXEkpigI/AAAAAAAAA94/QbO2HWO-LDM/s72-c/Claire+Oct+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-5226848391401346702</id><published>2009-10-09T00:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:46:39.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be SuperMom</title><content type='html'>Last year K &amp;amp; I posed as a couple juggling family, work and God for our church's Tidings Magazine. I hid my copy under my stack of interior magazines because I thought the photo looked really silly, I look really silly (and PS. that baby in the air's not Claire!). But just the other day, I was going through my stack of magazines and found that Tidings copy and decided to have another read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't claim to be SuperMom, the fact is I guess I want to - I want to do it all - be that great mom who has a key and active role in her child's life (not just be there for her and watch her grow, but educate her, mould her, grow her) and yet continue my career (even though it's not full time but I still want to bring in income and contribute; and it's not what I had planned it to be some 5 years ago) and be a great wife, an average housekeeper and be active and passionate for God and in my church ministries. But when it comes to prioritizing, sometimes it's really difficult, even for a SuperMom and of course there's just so many waking hours in a day. Some things sadly have already been sacrificed - regular time out with friends, the many extravagent date nights... Hopefully no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the growth in my little Fleurette business and new freelance PR opportunities and the demands of my role at the spa, it's hit me hard. On one hand while I would love to take on everything (and I think I've already gotten one foot into most things, and of course the money's great and would contribute to our potential new place), I'm praying it doesn't take a toll on my family, my child and my church ministries - of which I know deep down should come first. Hard decisions huh? I've also grown to realised that at times the stress has affected my mood and temper and of course K and Claire takes the brunt of all that. Sometimes I wish life was without choices and I just deal with what I have (all of which I have to take). But I guess God is a good God who gives us these choices to grow us and mould us in the journey. I just pray I'm constantly making the right choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'ld like to read up more about work-life-God balance, be a testimony in your workplace and just making sense about why we even work in the first place, have a read of &lt;a href="http://www.wesleymc.org/!main/content/view/294/187/"&gt;that issue of Tidings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wesleymc.org/!main/content/view/294/187/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390268543034658018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Ss4UrleLDOI/AAAAAAAAA9w/jhBOOOXuI4I/s320/Tidings+2008Q2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's that silly shot! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-5226848391401346702?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5226848391401346702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-be-supermom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5226848391401346702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/5226848391401346702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-be-supermom.html' title='I Want To Be SuperMom'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Ss4UrleLDOI/AAAAAAAAA9w/jhBOOOXuI4I/s72-c/Tidings+2008Q2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112928039556909069.post-6671329967716467968</id><published>2009-10-05T11:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:09:16.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Eats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the typical Singaporean, I'm usually big on what I eat and while I don't claim to be a connoisseur, I would say my food selections are of certain goof standard and even receiving rave reviews from the experts. They always say 'Go where the crowd goes' and I agree sometimes it pays to wait (just a little) for some good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some fabulous eats I had over the weekend (and many weekends before that): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388954461021406162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sslph8fwA9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/-VwgwIu3_Qs/s320/Duck+Rice+Holland.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duck &lt;/em&gt;Ric&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;em&gt; from Holland Drive Food Centre&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The braised duck (and roasted duck and meats) is tender and tasty and the gravy poured over is flavourful yet not too thick. On a satuday afternoon, like last the hubs would usually have to wait in a long line (of sometimes more than 20) before he can get our orders. Their soups are fab too. Best part, it's a glorious yet cheap meal - I usually order the braised duck (rib portion with their bones on) and additional 2 wings - only $2.50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388954467225190290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SslpiTm2P5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/BtppYUK-A-8/s320/Claypot+Rice+Geylang+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claypot Chicken Rice&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388954472485568322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SslpinNBP0I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/C8jPX-9yVDA/s320/Claypot+Rice+Geylang+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;639 Lor 33 Geylang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday evening was spent with Eileen and Kewei at the famous Geylang Claypot Chicken Rice shophouse and even though it was raining, we still decided it was worth braving for some good food. It was my first time there since Claire (not too convenient with infants but as they have baby chairs, I was good to bring my relatively obedient toddler) and I really missed the food. It has recieved rave reviews on TV and websites and even has its own dedicated &lt;a href="http://geylangclaypot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; (the owner got smart). Google the address for a whole load of comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Claypot Chicken Rice to me is comfort food, slightly burnt rice with tender chicken, sweet chinese sausage and salted fish. Yums. Best to have on a wet night. You can order other zi chai dishes, we had their popular soft shell crab and more. Price-wise, very affordable being at a coffee shop. 3 dishes, drinks and a medium size Claypot Chicken Rice - about 60 bucks for the 4 of us. Just remember to call ahead and book (numbers on the &lt;a href="http://geylangclaypot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;), if not be prepared for a one hour waiting time and if you are worried about parking, they've got some free parking at a nearby 'hui guan' building (just ask when you call).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The best part about Saturday night and Geylang - durians to end of a swell night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388954482529185154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SslpjMnmrYI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/JhH0YGwykqw/s320/Royal+China+Dim+Sum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scallop and Prawn Steam Dumpling (a basket of 3 for $4.80)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SslpjVq7DzI/AAAAAAAAA9g/wbwoVymskAE/s1600-h/Claire+4+Oct+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388954484959022898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SslpjVq7DzI/AAAAAAAAA9g/wbwoVymskAE/s320/Claire+4+Oct+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Clairey eagerly waiting for her food at Royal China, Raffles Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyone who's lived in London would know how popular Royal China is, especially for dim sums on the weekend. I used to stay in the building at Queensway/Bayswater that was just above the dim sum restaurant. So when I heard that a branch had opened up in Singapore, I couldn't wait to try. Royal China's been opened at the Raffles Hotel for over a year now and it has been one of our popular Sunday dim sum lunch venues. If I have to compare the dim sum with that in London, I would think it's lost out somewhat (different chef obviously). But compared to many others in Singapore, it's still very delicious. And of course the restaurant decor is gorgeous (turquoise blue and white -modern chic) and the service is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dim sum lunch there again last sunday after church with my folks and as always, had my satisfied fill. Coupled with the current UOB 10% discount promotion, we had a delivious array of dim sum for about $80 (4 pax). Pretty good, for a chinese restaurant lunch at the Raffles I thought. Please call to reserve your table in advance. Usually packed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112928039556909069-6671329967716467968?l=justsweetnothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6671329967716467968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/fabulous-eats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6671329967716467968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112928039556909069/posts/default/6671329967716467968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsweetnothings.blogspot.com/2009/10/fabulous-eats.html' title='Fabulous Eats'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/SrkVrEpthnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fpj3rN2b9SM/S220/DSC07170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMFvmZzO0SU/Sslph8fwA9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/-VwgwIu3_Qs/s72-c/Duck+Rice+Holland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
